A time in your life, everything should be fine
But the world is so cruel from time to time
There‘s nothing to defend you, just your own will
It will not spare you, it will make you ill
Every broken love seems to be dammed
The end of the world! ...so I‘ve been told...
Every day you learn a new thought
You get so confused, you just get the naught
A time in your world, everything should be fine
But the world is so cruel from time to time
There‘s nothing to defend you, just your own will
It will not spare you, it will make you ill
Every broken love seems to be the end
Of a world you will fall into the night
Every day you learn a new thought
You get so confused, you just get the naught
Because you lived it
Because you hated it
Because it left a mark
Because you grew in it
Because you hated it
Because it left a mark
It is the only age far enough from you that you can tell of it
As teachers tell you about history as far it can be
It‘s the only age you can call history
You lived it, you tell it!
The other‘s just books or something told that has been told...
You won‘t make a tale, a tale out of yesterdays, it‘s far to close
It is the only age far from you and from now
You can still tell
More than history as far it can be
It is the only age you recall...
It is the only age for a new life
At dawn you can tell to the children
As teachers tell you about history,
as far as they can be
It is the only age you can call your history
You were it, a warrior of glass with arms to the sky
Don‘t think that it broke
You won‘t make a tale, a tale of yesterdays
It‘s the only age, for you a new frontier
You can fight for it as life fights for you
About the legacy you learned what it can be
It‘s the only way to compete with history
You lived in it! You tell it, the others just broke up something
You talk and you talk! You won‘t make it again!
A way called fairy tale, as far as the stars
When you live in the age of glass...