It was eight o eight.
Five minutes too late.
Just a nitch of time,
But you could not prevent the crime.

What's the matter
After all.
What's the difference,
After the fall.

Who is free,
Of the crosses of yesterday.
Looking and looking,
But still losing your own little way.

Tomorrow will come,
It has not passed yet.
Ten to nine,
You still drinking the wine...