Μεγάλα τραγούδια είναι αυτά που μυρίζουν αθανασία

Είναι αυτά που δε μιλούν για έναν άνθρωπο, αλλά για «τον άνθρωπο»

Αυτά που εκφράζουν όλες τις αναζητήσεις μας μέσα στους αιώνες

Και ταξιδεύουν το νου με τη φαντασία των ήχων τους…

Pink Floyd

Time

The Dark Side of The Moon (1973)

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.