Monday, August 2, 2010

between half-past midnight and one

I wish I could bring back the days
the time when I was a man all on my own
I wish I could turn back the clocks
to the nights of countless thoughts now long gone
 everything moving so fast
 a man growing old while he is still young
 and those treasured moments of happiness
 while sleeping, the life passes
time escapes while you're keeping guard
someone else manages to tame it down
me I'm left behind staring at the back of it
the things I once loved
I'm no longer interested in


when did it all slip by beats me.


(1977, Milan Mladenovic)