You`ve understood nothing If you need trains to fleet to adventure And white ships to take you away To see the sun in your eyes To see the songs you can`t sing
Then
If you don`t believe in tomorrow And tomorrow to be able to hope To find again in the hope That slipped from your hand To find again the hand That your hand has left
Then
If you need words pronounced by the old To help you justify all your renunciations If poetry to you is no more than a game If all your life is only a growing old
Then
If you need boredom To help you see the found And the noise of town To satiate remorse And then weakness To help you seem good And then anger To help you seem strong