Forty Winters

You feel it's cold, you are growing old Everybody knows, but never told The forty winters are around Your deep-sunken eyes did not really found Never resting time leads summer on Flowers and plants are nearly gone Your memory is in walls of glass You recognize the time that was The winters come, don't count the time When summers green, will not be mine Against this end be well prepared These stormy days are everywhere Why do you hear, this music sadly? Why can't you get the message gladly? The harmony lost well-turned sounds The speechless voices look for their grounds The winters come, don't count the time When summers green, will not be mine Against this end be well prepared These stormy days are everywhere