The golden age is over
What can I do?
I am not getting older
I have somewhere to go,
Now all what I cover
Soon will emerge and show,
What was hidden forever
And the world will know,
That I was a good father
Only friends not even a foe
My good wife a shelter
I thank God for so
And for my nice little daughter
To whom I don’t wish any woe,
I keep hope in her laughter
As there is always something to do,
If love is great hope is greater
So I will let go what must go.