Ikuinen virta [English translation]

My years are getting fewer

They vanish into the air

Like smoke into sky

Nothing that lasts

Will be left after me

I build a sand castle

It sinks into its place

Won't last until tomorrow

It's pointless to make

A continuous path

If everything disappears

What if the eternal stream of life

Breaks like a decayed bridge

What if I get lost on my way to the ship

Can I build a heaven out of ash

This moment is all that is certain

On thin ice my soul travels

Forgive me maker, for I bother you

Can I build my heaven out of ash

You're saving money in a box

You use the money with interest

Probably on a stone house

But why do you think like that

if your bed was made into moss

• Artist:Indica
• Album:Ikuinen virta