Great are the heights and dangers of the road,
A cord always about to snap,
Till the pitcher we draw to the fountain
finally shatters
and we find ourselves shut out
in the middle of the street,
we mourn our past joys,
like springless grasshopers,
while the futile dust settles
and the vain sound of the mill
fades away.
Walk with me and I won’t regret
all the emotions gone to waste,
but cling to my life like ivy,
like chewing gum to my every step,
don’t look away, not for a second,
for I´ll have left when you look again,
but snap all the cords, shatter the pitcher
which holds all my hopes, and walk with me
through reality.
