Visions

all the days and all the years,

all the lakes and all the tears.

they all trough life have passed

like dry leaves above the grass;

so let'em pass, just let'em pass...

'cause they're all togheter bound

troughout the world

and all around;

a sad tune, a sad sound.

that's why, Alas!

I see reflected in glass

an image of things past,

a solid vision of loneliness;

so let'em pass, just let'em pass.