FROM YOUTH TO DEATH
The intersection is crowded as far as the eye can see; the cold1 town is still far awayJust pursuing a retreating figure which vanishes in the blink of an eyeWhen I shield my eyes from the midsummer sun, the wind tatters the shadows of the roadside treesAll of a sudden, without even seeing someone there, I was frightened by my own shadow
I say to myself that nothing will likely change as of tomorrow,To just invariably move forth
I ride itYeahFROM YOUTH TO DEATH,I ride it FROM YOUTH TO DEATHI'll ride it
Like a bird in a perfectly clear sky, when I see a group of buildingsI suddenly must sneak away like this, in neither frustration nor despairBut I've surrendered to that gentleness that exists to nestle meA weak light illuminates the whereabouts of raised (railroad) tracks, reaching for its radiation
Tomorrow morning I'll ride that bus, flying past this townSo I can live my dream
I ride itYeahFROM YOUTH TO DEATH,I ride it FROM YOUTH TO DEATHI'll ride it