歌词
For a thousand years in your sight are like a day
Before the shadow comes in, we were dwelling in your place.
In the morning it springs up new, by evening it is dry
For our trouble and sorrow they will quickly pass away
fly away, fly away, far away
Return to dust, o sons of men, o sons of men
He wept our tears in our eyes, in our eyes.
fly away, fly away, far away