Life seemed like an endless joy, with no room for a miserable boy,
Every day was festive, where folks were chanting with fun and joy,
There was no war, no death, no loss, in infinite dream of my pure soul,
When you were young, when you were young, when you were young,  
I desired of a strong grasp, to feel the smack of unadulterated love…

We grow bigger with wider eyes, to see the big scene of real life
Stormy winter follows the spring, you find yourself in intriguing siege
Soul rejects your immaculate hug, opening door to undisclosed lust
Devil arrives to occupy your soul, at black parade of intimate gust
We are all mature, we are all mature, we are all awake
The dream is over, the soul is darker, the love is brake...

The rose is faded, your skin is drained, your courage is burnt,
Feeling of vane, your space is empty, your heart is hurt,
You chase the devil, ask for mercy, request for love,
Love is gone, your time has passed, devil has dropped,
When you are done, when you are done, when you are gone,
You will never see the spring to come,
Your soul will leave you, the scene is done…..