20 de ani de veghe la un capat lung din casa,vezi cum trece timpul rece si in urma lasa umbre,vezi copacii goi in curte,florile golase in geam,pasarile calatoare pleaca in graba unde i cald,nu mai e nimic in fata,decat gerul pustiitor!
The faint blaze of the candle of my life,
slowly dying like a fire in a pouring rain.
No sparks of hope inside,
no shooting stars on my sky.
On broken wings, no flying high...