A tired soul begins to look back to the frame that conserves its vanished youth
It's time to end the matters that concern the understanding of the world
He looks up, trying to pray, and he's hoping to be strong
Says good-bye to the things that he loved the most
A stranger has arrived at our town asking where the old man is
He's waiting for him seating in the chair that helped him to stand the pain.
The stranger says "Let's go now, it's time to rest, follow me through this long road"
The old man says a wise word as a final wish
Please don't take too long, cause I want to stay
Even if it is the final plot
The end of the scene; the last memory, believe me I know
I want to be known as a man of truth
The one who did everything that could just out of love
Is what every old man hopes
That afternoon the color of the sky was way too different than it used to be
The grass of his yard starts to grow painting his modest house with green
Now he's gone, but his words are now in the morning breeze
Always here as a tale that we can't forget
Please don't take too long, cause I want to stay
Even if it is the final plot
The end of the scene; the last memory, believe, me I know
I want to be known as a man of truth
The one who did everything that could out of love
Is what every old man hopes
Please don't take too long, cause I want to stay
Even if it is the final plot
The end of the scene; the last memory, believe, me I know
I want to be known as a man of truth
The one who did everything that could out of love
Is what every old man hopes