I am going to tell a story here, there was once a sad boy; That he always had hope; to be happy
The sad boy grew up and life was suffering and on the way of life he was lost
The world turns, turns, turns, as life goes by and goes by, and the sad child of the story - that is me.
The beautiful dream that I dreamed, erased by time and the hope that I harbored erased through time time
the love that I found erased through time
The prayers that I address to God are erased through time
. More sad children are born, day after day they grow up.
with all hope, to be happy.
And suddenly the fate destroying all divine dreams, such as the child's story
what I've told you: The world turns, turns, turns, as life goes by and goes by,
what did I dream my dream for?
The beautiful dream that i have dreamed about through time
, and the hope that cherished cleared through time
That love that I found, time cleared,
The prayers that I address to God erased through time ...