| In the blossom of my life | |
| When the chart is at its highest | |
| I begin to feel the pain | |
| As the dust runs through my veins | |
| As I thirst for more and more | |
| And my strength has ceased to soar | |
| I raise nothing but my hand | |
| Take me from this bitter land | |
| Slowly colours fade into a grey | |
| Disappear from progress of the day | |
| My success I'd trade for just one hour | |
| That the colours will not fade away | |
| At this very point in time | |
| I would give all that is mine | |
| I begin to feel the pain | |
| As the dust runs through my veins | |
| Like a victim of the seasons | |
| I will slowly crawl within | |
| Now I raise my heavy hand | |
| Take me from this bitter land | |
| Slowly colours fade into a grey | |
| Disappear from progress of the day | |
| My success I'd trade for just one hour | |
| That the colours will not fade away |