Night... At 4 o'clock
Tik tak tok , tik tak tok.
Thoughts flying in my head
Reminding me of what's been said
Tik tak tok, tik tak tok.
It's too late as there's a dead
Of what? Never been said
Tik tak tok, tik tak tok.
While I sip, while I sip
Sinking into the deep
Tik tak tok, tik tak tok.
Oh wait it's gone of long
It's been all over wrong
Tik tak tok, tik tak tok.
Don't hesitate while it comes along
As it was what
u had been longing for
Tik tak tok, tik tak tok.
Now don't ask what for
It's too late, it's 4
Tik tak tok, tik tak tok,
The clock singing along
Tik tak tok, tik tak tok.
And now, racked with sobs, I was forced to acknowledge too late, much too late, that I too had loved, that I was capable of suffering and that I was human after all.
Very early in my life it was too late.
It was already too late when I was eighteen. Between eighteen and twenty-five my face took off in a new direction. I grew old at eighteen. I don't know if it's the same for everyone, I've never asked.
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
(Yarın, çok geç olana kadar asla gelmez)
"bi seyi cok istersiniz, olması icin her seyi yapmaya hazırsınızdır ama gerceklestigi gün bi bakarsınız ki icinizde sadece bi istegin hayaleti var.. beklediginiz yarın gelmistir ama artık cok gectir." alıntıdır.
Many of the new ideas were really old, discarded, discredited ideas that came back because we wanted or needed them or were more able to hear the people who had never forgotten them.
The street about me roared with a deafening sound.
Tall, slender, in heavy mourning, majestic grief,
A woman passed, with a glittering hand
Raising, swinging the hem and flounces of her skirt;
Agile and graceful, her leg was like a statue's.
Tense as in a delirium, I drank
From her eyes, pale sky where tempests germinate,
The sweetness that enthralls and the pleasure that kills.
A lightning flash... then night! Fleeting beauty
By whose glance I was suddenly reborn,
Will I see you no more before eternity?
Elsewhere, far, far from here! too late! never perhaps!
For I know not where you fled, you know not where I go,
O you whom I would have loved, O you who knew it!