Can you live your life with such passion
That your anger will bear the pain?
From a seedling of aging nations

Calling me again

Now that I'm young

Now that I fear
Only the years appear
When I am old

I will have told
Songs of the ones that I had near


Tales of the past
A sorrow each crease
Here in my face so pale

While I am young
I will escape
Till I'm old and frail


Never speak of my life's erosion
Wipe the withering blaze away

Cover up all my skin's corrosion
So I can bring back the light of my lost summer days
Down bring me down

Bring me down bring me down