Текст песни
At times it flies—time races on its way,
At times it flows like rivers to the sea,
At times it stretches, pauses, seems to stay,
Yet never halts its course, not once, for me.
All measure it with anxious, endless care,
All find they never have enough to spare,
Some even kill for it in desperate strife—
It heals us now and then, but never brings back life.
Around me stretches space and time—
Within it, I bear my burden, my climb.
Everywhere I hear the clocks' soft chime,
Reminding me how time keeps slipping by,
So much of it I've lost to wasted time—
Now time's the only thing I lack, I cry.
I cannot mend the past, nor change my track,
Nor walk my path again without the flaws,
But time—I swear I'll never give it back,
Nor miss a single one of your sweet smiles' cause.
Around me stretches space and time—
Within it, I bear my burden, my climb.
I know the hour has come to be—
For now, with time, we're joined temporarily.
And time alone will show to me
If I can bear my burden worthily.
Around me stretches space and time—
Within it, I bear my burden, my climb.
Time surrounds me—
Time is space, I see
Time surrounds me—
Time is space, I see
