We're getting old but not our prudence Sensibility is only in our mind "What if" are only words we never consider And we are afraid to change lane It bears on me too Since I was eighteen But it's hard to cope And it is hard to leave ♪ This cage has a beautiful scent While our scenery is full of sore and sorrow Then you have to choose a branch on a single tree We lead by our marks on plucking stars I'm holding back to open the door Because lights are coming from homes that tip it's hats And these ropes tie tight And I still can't find a way to loose these knots Everyone says the same thing That we are the soldiers that generate farewell Then we live our life by ourselves And only for ourselves until the end