The Years کے بول

I think I found my way out Get out, go on Up from the true-blue way-down Move it, move on All with this joyboy true love Hold up, hold on And all the years have changed Ten folded like a day Old death’s dulling sting To new life blooming Oh, what would you think of me? Nothing can change the pain and I don’t want it to The sting of blinding spring is what’s left of you But, “get up! Get out! Go on! ” are all the signs I see Oh, what would you think of me? You have to find your way out Get out, go on You know what I think now Move out, hold on With all the years you changed Ten faced every day Old death’s dulling sting To new life blooming Nothing can change thе pain and I don’t want it to Nothing can change the pain and I don’t want it to Nothing can change thе pain and I don’t want it to