I spent my life taking all that I could see and touch
Gold and silver, earth and bread
There was nothing left for those who needed it
Those who begged has died in suffocation
A diamond bleeds in my hands

Was it really worth?
I gathered all the jewells and gold in this world
I couldn't have anything in end
There's a buried shinning crown, consumed by earth, forgotten by time

Que proveito tem o homem, de todo o seu trabalho, que faz debaixo do sol?
Uma geração vai, e outra geração vem, mas a terra para sempre permanece
Nasce o sol, e o sol se põe, e apressa-se e volta ao seu lugar de onde nasceu
O vento vai para o sul, e faz o seu giro para o norte
Porque na muita sabedoria há muito enfado, e o que aumenta em conhecimento, aumenta em dor

Was it really worth?
I gathered all the jewells and gold in this world
I couldn't have anything in end
There's a buried shinning crown, consumed by earth, forgotten by time