It is well known,
Empires come and go:
Here is the turn of mine to fall.
A whole epoch,
Infragible and strong
Is crumbling of doubts and inner discords.
Life is short only
When you got something
To fill it up but stirabout.
In other cases
Wonder lasts but nine days.
I am trailing in a fuller dark.
I don't want to be alone no more.
I don't want to live where there's still cold.
My wish is to feel at last dethroned,
Weak, low, limp, mush-head outside the door.
All things must pass and
They will pass away,
Made room for the next dares.
My Rome is open
For savage persons
But I hope you win first place.
I don't want to be alone no more.
I don't want to live where there's still cold.
My wish is to feel at last dethroned,
Weak, low, limp, mush-head outside the door.