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Turn the page

I remember my youth and yours
For the first time, the story is in the past tense
A page is turned, I'm turning it tonight
Is there hope left for the coming years?
 
The page has to be turned
Does one have to become wise?
Must I change?
Must we give up?
 
In my ideas, I had put all my heart
We dreamt for hours of changing the world
The future belongs to us? It darkens, suddenly
 
I'm almost afraid to betray
Fear facing the future
I lost my carefreeness
Where is my insolence
 
I'm almost afraid to betray
I don't want to lie to you
Renegue my ideal
As though it were lethal
 
What is there left for a new start
Friendships made in the heat of fights
Friendships sealed around bonfires
Deep in our forests, sheltered by the woods
 
The page has to be turned
The rest is yet to be written
If my heart is not split
Good blood would not know how to lie
 
I start again with a new struggle
I keep deep inside me my eternal youth
A springing board for the future, a foundation to build on
 
I am faceing the future
I do not want to betray
Renegue my ideal
As though it were lethal
 
I am facing the future
I would not know how to lie
Nothing is ever lethal
My life is my ideal
 
I am facing the future
I would not know how to betray
Nothing is ever lethal
My life is my ideal
 
I am facing the future
I would not know how to lie
I want to stay faithful
And my honour calls
 

World of concrete

He leans his head out the window.
He gently enters the night.
He listens intently.
It's completely quiet.
 
There are no birds, in this
world of concrete.
No streams.
The wind has fallen silent, no trees to rustle in, no leaves to sing with.
 
He leans his head out of the window.
He looks up to the sky.
There are no stars, they've been drowned
in the neon lights of this place.
 
Where is your soul, world of concrete?
Where's your heart?
 
He leans his head out the window.
He gently enters the night.
He takes a deep breath, looking for a scent.
There are no flowers and no scents
in the world of the city dweller.