Lirama

Cylinders with roaring endless blare
Clanking constantly, night and day
What could it be? They call it miracle mill
I believe I know its secret well.

Do you know what matters in the mill?
The cylinders that break the whole into pieces
How many times I've tried
Still it was stronger than I was
But tomorrow I would start again.

Rushing through a meadow with flower scent
Once upon a time I lived so happily
On my way I got to the miracle mill
Something sad happened to me here.

Do you know what matters at the mill?
The cylinders that break the whole into pieces
How many times I've tried
Still it was stronger than I was
But tomorrow I would start again.

Cylinders with roaring endless blare
Clanking; I can hear night and day
I can go whether to north or south
They live in miracle mill alike

Don't forget what matters in the mill
The cylinders that break the whole into pieces
How many times I've tried
Still it was stronger than I was
But tomorrow I would start again.