Space, open time, everything for you this once.
There is no yesterday there, there is only the future, a pristine paradise.
Thousands of moments, thousands of miles like a handful sand in your hand.
Thousands of dates, tens of years like dust on your temple.
You will dream, you will dream, you will be with us lami biÅ,
You will miss it, you will get up, you will live,
You will be surprised and afraid, you will be beyond hope constant,
You will miss yourself, you will get up, you will live, and time flies.
You think that you still have so much ahead of you . You look away,
There are the reflection of the past years in the mirror and the old man's face.
Thousands of moments, thousands of miles like a handful of sand in your hand.
Thousands of dates, dozens years like dust on your temple.
You will dream, you will dream, you will think,
You will miss , you will get up, you will live,
You will wonder and be afraid, you will stand over the abyss,
You will miss , you will get up, you will live, and time passes.
Another day, another night, another morning,
You won't count - so many of them and so many more,< br/>But when you want to gather memories in your tired head,
They shrink so much that you can close them in your hand
And throw them like dust to the wind, and thrown like dust to the wind,
And thrown like dust to the wind.
You will dream, you will dream, you will think about ,
You will miss it, you will get up, you will live,
You will be surprised and afraid, you will stand on the edge of the abyss ,
You will miss it, you will get up, you will live, and time will pass.