I was sorry
I just was sorry
just a pity
for the lost time of the century
it folded like freshly washed laundry
into the closet of oblivion
and the experiences ready to tell
the power of truth
were folded together with it
in the country where I now live
I don't need it
because no one is listening
and I didn't forget you
under the window of my house
just the quiet murmur of the ocean
this song never ends
and rises on the horizon to the heavens
you say
the old world sounds endless
never ending story
like the quiet murmur of the ocean