Текст песни The Fool

An odd figure
Ancient, wondrous
Needs its vigour
To work his way yonder.

Where his gladness
Becomes sadness,
When his madness takes control

In this world where the starts are ends,
All chances are nothing but trends.
Where hazard rules, he is the world,
He is The Fool.

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The energy is into motion
Following his inner sense
His north will be providence.

Takes a walk
Starting off his journey
Always forward looking
For his freedom.

He takes the life
As a gladless tourney
That he must confront
By going on and on.

In this world where the starts are ends...