LYRICS GAME

Everything passes and everything stays

But ours is to pass

To pass while making a path

A path over the sea

I never chased glory

Nor to leave in men's memory

My song

I love the subtle worlds

Weightless and gentle

Like soap bubbles

I like to watch them paint themselves

With sun and crimson, to fly

Under the blue sky to tremble

Suddenly and to break

I never chased glory

Traveler, your footprints are the path and nothing more

Traveler, there's no path, the path is made by walking

By walking, the path is made, and when you look back

You see the track that will never be walked again

Traveler, there's no path, only wakes on the sea

Some time ago in that place

Where today the woods are dressed in thorns

You hear the voice of a poet shout

Traveler, there's no path, the path is made by walking

Blow by blow and verse by verse

The poet died far from home

Dust from a neighboring land covers him

As he left, they saw him cry

Traveler, there's no path, the path is made by walking

Blow by blow, verse by verse

When the goldfinch can't sing

When the poet is a wanderer

When praying is no use to us

Traveler, there's no path, the path is made by walking

Blow by blow and verse by verse

And blow by blow, verse by verse

And blow by blow, verse by verse