I walked a path of a time now past
But I could still feel the marks of old joy and carelessness

I was all blank
Undecided between anger and sadness, reproaches and regrets
Undecided so that I felt nothing
Overwhelmed and defeated
Blank and hollow
Blank as a canvas I had to paint
Not knowing yet what range of color I should use.

Remember, remember,
It doesn't take a storm
To erase what you live
Just a thin rain in september

Remember, remember,
When you write these words on the shore
It only takes a wave
To erase what you have stood for

When [bad word] turn out to be invaders
When your own footsteps are not alone on the sand
I expected to see a miserable part of what I have lost
But the waves ate it away without a sign of mercy for me
As an old lost walk
As an old lost war
As an old lost word
As an old lost world

Remember, remember,
It doesn't take a storm
To erase what you live
Just a thin rain in september.