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Today here, tomorrow there, just arrived, I must go,
Never complained about it.
Chose it myself, never counted the years,
Never asked about yesterday and tomorrow.

Sometimes I dream heavily
And then I think, it's
Time to stay and now
Do something completely different.
So year after year passes
And it's long clear to me,
That nothing remains, nothing remains, as it was.

That I'm hardly missed, forgotten after days,
When I'm long gone elsewhere,
Doesn't bother or concern me, maybe my face
Will stay in someone's mind.

Sometimes I dream ...

If someone asks me why I'm like this, I stay silent,
Because the answer is hard for me.
Because what's new becomes old and what was valid yesterday,
Is already wrong today or tomorrow.

Sometimes I dream ...