Testo di An Ocean of Wasted Lives

The stormy youth of the day We struggle to find our way Struggle until arms and feet are numb From swimming against the stream In the height of the day washed Ashore with no guidance In ignorance we use the rest of our time To build sandcastles not realizing That time and tide wait for no man We refuse that everything Is going to crumble down From cradle to grave Just a short lonely tragedy The stormy youth of the day We struggle to find our way Until arms and feet are numb From swimming against the stream The red evening Sun is touching the ocean again Enlightens us with its scanty light The red evening Sun, with its scanty light Nothing remains Our efforts will be washed away Nothing remains The tears, the sweat, the lies Nothing remains