You build a fire
And then you put it out
You pray for silence
And then you scream and shout
All that's left are the things that you threw away
You can't believe that the night comes after the day
Why can't you see the way things really are
The mountain looks the same, no matter how far
Unless you're standing on top of it
So, try to understand
That it's not all up to you
The world will keep on turning
No matter what you do
So, try to take it easy
All that's left are the things that you threw away
You can't believe that the night comes after the day
Why can't you see the way things really are
The mountain looks the same, no matter how far
Unless you're standing on the top of it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem