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