Passacaglia

Ah, how you deceive yourself
If you think that the years
Have no end
The joy is short

The healthy, the sick
The brave, the defenseless
Life is a dream
That seems so welcome

I would like to go back
To see the past again
To better understand
What we have lost
We live in a horrible world
We are in search
Of an existence

People are cruel
And often unfaithful
No one is ashamed
To tell lies

The young, the children
All men
It's not worth running away
Let the boldness be calmed

I would like to go back
To review the mistakes
To speed up
My inner process
I was in fifth grade

I entered
By chance
Into my existence
Made of cheerful days
And continuous explorations
And transformations of the self

Ah, how you deceive yourself
If you think that the years
Have no end
The joy is short
I would like to go back
To my original home
Where I lived before coming here on earth

I entered, by chance
Into my existence
Of ancient forms
Of teachings
And transformations of the self

And transformations of the self