歌词
作词 : Andreas Richau
作曲 : Markus Dold/Andreas Richau/Jan Lüftner/David Christmann
A perfect frame
Outlining the dawn
A distorted picture
Of a past long gone
White sand so soft
Is filling my palms
Running through my fingers
Like an hourglass
Carving your likeness
Into marble and steel
Where mountains crumble
And are washed to the sea
A wasteful war
Long time foreseen
Overturned your statues
Brought oblivion
You’ve tried to save yourself
From death and decay
But gold will fall
And white turns gray
Oh Vanity
Becomes so small
Like mighty kings
When time takes its toll