It s Hard To Imagine

       You know, my friend, you're gonna live
       a little more - one hour or one hundred years.
       But that day'll come, and you may see the thundercloud
       and nothing else - well, if you please.
       And just the devil eats your meal,
       'Cause you can't live and feel,
       And darkness covers whole your will.
       It's hard to imagine...

       You know, my friend, you're gonna walk
       along the street and put your arms around the world.
       But that day'll come and you may see the rushing car
       and nothing else that you can hold.
       As to the people they'll be fine,
       They fall in love and dine,
       And scrape the floors, and drink their wine.
       It's hard to imagine...

       You know, my friend, that everything you like so much
       will lose the whole and unique brand.
       So that day'll come and all the things will come to end
       and turn into the dust and sand.
       Oh, that's the devil makes a net,
       As if he waits your debt,
       Because he thinks you are so flat.
       It's hard to imagine...