Reis

You used to dream romantic, rebellious dreams
You sought remedies for helpless troubles
You turned yellow without reaching age 30
Gray hairs have fallen on your head, oh king
What happened has turned into a dream, oh king

It turns out loyalty is just a lie
Smiles were planned against you
The snake nurtured in your bosom, it turns out
Gray hairs have fallen on your head, oh king
What happened has turned into a dream, oh king

You wandered without distinguishing mountain from stone
Everyone left, only you fought
How many times did you love when your hair was black
Gray hairs have fallen on your head, oh king
What happened has turned into a dream, oh king...