Work and lofty dreams vanish in dust All that once was gold now turns to rust Each new jewel surpassed by the next All is in vain - all is vanity False
And when we touch the future dies (And when we touch the future dies) I see the face of my demise (I see the face of my demise) I'm all alone without
Haven't shaved for days Keeps the appearance of delay The luxury of one more dye Pretend humility, the ugly lie I would prefer no choice One bread, one
Übersetzung: Manic Street Preachers. Alles ist eitel.
Übersetzung: Spocks Beard. Alles ist eitel.
SNOW: And when we touch the future dies I see the face of my demise I'm all alone without a friend I see my fate; my bitter end Thought I was the bigger
