Can you live your life with such passion
That your anger will bear the pain?
From a sealing of ageing nations
Calling me again

Now that I'm young
Now that I fear
Only the years appear
When I am old
I will have told
Songs of the ones that I had near

Tales of the past
A sorrow each crease
Here in my face so pale
While I am young
I will escape
Till I'm old and frail

Oh, till I'm old and frail, no
Oh, till I'm old and frail, ah

Never speak of my life's erosion
Wipe the withering blaze away
Cover up all my skin's corrosion
So I can bring back the light of my lost summer days
Now that I'm young
Now that I fear
Only the years appear
When I am old
I will have told
Songs of the ones that I had near

Tales of the past
A sorrow each crease
Here in my face so pale
While I am young
I will escape
Till I'm old and frail

Down, bring me down
Bring me down
Bring me down, down, down, down, down!
Won't you bring me down!
Can you bring me down!
Can you bring me down! (won't you, can you)

No, oh

Can you live your life with such passion
That your anger will bear the pain?