歌词
I grew up not looking down
The shadow of a mountain fell upon my town
A blueness in the distance living in my memory
Now I climb the creaking stair
And walk upon a vanishing floor to get nowhere
A little Mussolini screaming in my mind
History will tell you lies
History will tell you lies
Your dream is buried by the dust of ages
Time to sing a travel song
For all the days that come and go as we move on
Erotic summer heatwave burning in my memory
Travel over hills and plains
See the hidden valleys, golden grass aflame
Mother tongue that licks away your secret fear
History will disappear
History will disappear
Your dream is buried by the dust of ages
It's quite a load to carry
Everything that we have done
Searching my horizon for a glimpse of the millennium
Hasn't been so very long
We haven't even half begun to beat it out
A version of the future living in my mind
Leaving it all behind
It hasn't all been done
History will tell you lies
And all who fall shall climb
Your dream is buried by the dust of ages
From the young mountain, all four winds blow
From the young mountain, wild rivers flow
History will disappear
From the young mountain, a path unwinds
From the young mountain, you all shall climb
Climb the young mountain
Cross the first river, swim the new sea
From the young mountain, all four winds blow
Leaving it all behind
From the young mountain, wild rivers flow
History will tell you lies, lies
From the young mountain, you all shall climb
From the young mountain, all four winds blow
From the young mountain, wild rivers flow
