Here I am sitting fresh and young.
It seems like the world is open to me.
Every door I knock, every step I take
Is a small adventure. I am totally free.
Time is a dreadful thing, it passes by
Taking away my youth, my freedom and my soul.
I fall.
And finally my youth becomes the matter of the past.
I am like many others forever tired and depressed
Doing what I dislike and hating everyone I see.
So long, my liberated soul!
And I fall
Under endless myriads of musts.
Everywhere I look are obligations and restraints.
Time is a dreadful thing, it passes by
Taking away my youth, my freedom and my soul.
I fall under endless myriads of musts.
Everywhere I look are obligations and restraints.
Eternal youth and not less.
I'd be its slave to the grave
Tasting life in every possible way.
As if it's my last breath.