Текст песни
I drift upon the river of my mind,
The current carries me where it will.
I see the shores, the truths that I have found—
And so the years flow on, and flow on still.
Another sits upon the bank and stares,
Watching the waters race toward the sea.
He never swam, he never knew the depths—
A lifetime guessing - shallow stream, or deep?
Inexorable — the river claims its toll,
Inexorable — no anchor holds the soul.
Much depends on where you choose to stand —
It's safe and dry upon the distant land.
But judgments made from far away hold light,
No depth of truth, no weight of real sight.
I found my peace within the library halls,
Years spent in study, tracing ancient calls.
Now on the water, paddle firm in hand,
The craft of living now I understand.
Inexorable — the river claims its toll,
Inexorable — no anchor holds the soul.
Inexorable — the river's race,
Unhurried — the boat's slow pace.
The riverbanks our bounds define—
Between them, fate has drawn its line.
Inexorable — we rise, we fall,
Inexorable — the river takes all.
Inexorable — the river claims its toll,
Inexorable — no anchor holds the soul.
Inexorable — the mist aglow
Inexorable — the river flow
