The wind is blowing in my face
Too many thoughts are passing my mind
I see it clearly like never before
That there is nothing to rewind
What do we know, where will we go
If we're passing the gate to the other side
If we arrive, will we survive
Will we ever meet again or just die
Every day since you're gone
I am thinking 'bout things we haven't done
A broken promise remains
As we are standing in front of your grave
What do we know
Where will we go
If we're passing the gate to the other side
If we arrive, will we survive
Will we ever meet again or just die
One day I will understand, what you meant, my friend
I'm sure, one day we'll meet again

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