If I could rewind - the turning hands of time Only progressing forwards on a constant speed A pace without disgrace - right to infinity We must go on without correction of our deeds It sounds like irony - "we all are free" Captured by our past eternally Those to me are fools - "who try to change" The facts of history Like our acts of hate - which will never fade Inside our memory like a secret haze On the day we die - sins evade from inside Never to fade - impossible to erase It sounds like irony - "we all are free" Captured by our past eternally Those to me are fools - "who try to change" The facts of history That's why we feel - sadness... madness So many tears we shed - a lake of tears To wash the sins away - but they never dissapear Memories always coming through Life does not forget the truth Our ancestors accused - same us our children They point their fingers at us (it's us) you were killing Time is running out - to correct the direction Is there only sadness left or time - for correction? A possibility - "that we are free" To change fate with fantasy We can make the rules "change the lanes" Away from hate - away from hate Away from sadness... madness...