When we're young, we design a plan,
We work, we build, we make it real
And in the moment it [bad [bad word] 
The first cracks start to appear

weak foundation, finally revealed
in the desperation, when the walls came tumbling down

Oh, in my prime - oh, never to return
Oh, as I once was - a broken man,
Living half a life... (without you...)

On the path to recovery, As a sign of the times,
With the empires [bad word] I left all dreams abandoned,
On the steps of a modern life

In defeat we redesign the plan, and we give it just one more chance
As we take another deep breath, and prepare for the worst, again

life in crisis, is always threatened by time
For the longer it takes to be restored...
The less likely it is to occur

Oh, in my prime - oh, never to return
Oh, as I once was - a broken man,
Living all alone... (without you...)

On the path to recovery, with the empires [bad word] 
I left all dreams abandoned, on the steps of a modern life

On the path to recovery, with the empires [bad word] 
I left all dreams abandoned with you, on the steps of a modern life

There is always hope, of course, that one day, we will
Rise again but this modern life architecture,
Is [bad word]  under the weight of the world