Can you live your life with such passion that your anger will bear the pain
From a seedling of ageing nations
Calling me again
Now that I'm young, now that I fear
Only the years appear
When I am old I will have told
Songs of the ones that I had near
Tales of the past, a sorrow each crease
Here in my face so pale
While I am young I will escape
Till I'm old and frail
Oh till I'm old and frail
Never speak of my life's erosion
Wipe the withering blaze away
Cover up all my skin's corrosion
So I can bring back the light of my lost summer days
Now that I'm young, now that I fear
Only the years appear
When I am old I will have told
Songs of the ones that I had near
Tales of the past, a sorrow each crease
Here in my face so pale
While I am young I will escape
Till I'm old and frail
(Old and frail)
Down, bring me down
Down, down, down
Down, (won't you) bring me down
(Can you) bring me down
(Won't you, will you, won't you, can you) bring me down
Can you live a life with such passion that your anger will bear the pain
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