A trace of dust
On rusty marks
We'll soon forget
The steam, the stream
Flow faster
But I will stick to it
The falcon leaves
Might come back
Who does own his land?
He has to go for reasons
But I won't fly away
Like the drummer's hands
They'll never strike
The drummer's hands
They'll never strike
The drummer's hands
They'll never strike
The drummer's hands
They'll never strike
A-Oooh
Need no one ahead
No one above
Not by my side
Speak for myself
Sweet spring is yours
The time is mine
Oh, lovers go
And lovers
No one ahead
No one above
Not by my side
Speak for myself
Sweet spring is yours
The time is mine
Oh, lovers go
And lovers come
A trace of dust
On rusty marks
We'll soon forget
The steam, the stream
Flow faster
But I'll, I'll stick to it
The falcon leaves
Might come back
But who does own his land?
He has to go for reasons
But I won't
I won't fly away
Like the drummer's hands
They'll never strike
The singer's voice
It always sounds
The drummer's hands
They'll never strike
The trumpet's crown
It won't get numb
Like the drummer's hands
They'll never strike
The singer's voice
It always sounds
A-Oooh
A trace of dust
On rusty marks
We'll soon forget