You, sun, you made me so happy, I laughed and smiled and was all that I could be, And we lasted awhile and I felt free, free, free.
But now I don’t know.
When he, my friend, (Oh it’s us until the end?) Is such a long way to go. Is as far as that stone’s throw: From my mountain top, hurled, Across the pond - the world - Into fire.
This grenaded-life we lead together, -But I taste nothing in this water-wine- We will storm it now, we’ll weather, whether In the end we melt, or in the end, we’re fine.