The Years

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