Meadows
“An old friend is gone, we won’t see him again,
And the scars of life, haven’t come to an end
And when I remember, those forgotten simple days,
That I spend with the wisesed man
I ride these meadows, these Green and never ending
I see through shadows, though I know I can’t see right through you
The Wind is on my back, my eyes Just want to cry
And my mind is filled, filled with memories
And when I remember, those forgotten simples days
Seems like I’ve been in a dream
I could not explain
I ride these meadows, these Green and never ending
I see through shadows, though I know I can’t see right through you
And I cannot go back, and I cannot change,
And I could not change, and I miss everything
And when I remember those simple days,
The trees and the Sun and everything
Was like a dream I cannot explain,
And I miss that, I miss that every Day,
But you’re Just gone
And forgotten that simple day”
Klaus Janzen
E agora posso dizer que com o tempo essa sensação, como na música, é a mesma que meu irmão sentiu.
