Ther comes the time
In a life of each of us
When we are aware of
What has passed away until present day
Summoning the memories
We know it won't be back
Was it good or was it bad?
Something came stealing the past
Sadistic time
Open the gate of my mind
And created a day
To look backwards
When we have feeded a young man
And let him grow up
So that he could
Rise over us
A day of sorrow
A day of memories
People say: we don't know
How did they die
People say: we've forgotten
About the time
But a life is the door to the other side
Opening fast
Old man brings a key
To complete an act