Our lives are like the clock
   A never- ending circle made of time
   For all I know, we might have lived this life before
   For nothing´s really changed
   The senses still confide in lust and love
   For love is man´s eternity
  
   From the spring´s first flower
   To the end of the fall
   We stretch every hour, for love I recall
   Like the wish and desire
   For life as a game
   For the virginal fire to be drowned again
   Nothing has changed
  
   It´s like a play´s immortal run
   Where every part has played before
   It lives and gives to everyone
   And still we try to break the seals
   But love is like the pendulum of time
   It swings from truth to fantasy
  
   From the spring´s first flower
   To the end of the fall
   We stretch every hour, for love I recall
   Like the wish and desire
   For life as a game
   For the virginal fire to be drowned again
   Nothing has changed