Folly finds the man who flirts with the fool
But bluebirds should fly low in the midst of spring
So this ship without a sail can sail to sea again
And the wind will surely sing with him
It seems that you have grown so old and bitter
You've grown tired of this sea of old recurring themes
All the young birds flying in and flying out again
It's an endless tale for you it seems
It's now you crave the changes
The glimmers of the new are in the past
Life is just a wheel that keeps on turning
Until it finds its stop at last
I admire all the songs you sang
The tales of men that came before
The ones who broke the chain of life
The ones who never asked for more
It's now you crave the changes
The glimmers of the new are in the past
Life is just a wheel that keeps on turning
Until it finds its stop at last