Here comes the morning — once again,

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(Verse 1) Here comes the morning — once again, A chance to live another day. It might be the last, but you, my friend, Don’t know it — it’s beyond your ken. (Verse 2) What do you mean to do today, What are you ready to embrace? To follow fate’s unyielding way, Or turn away from your own trace? (Chorus) Where lies the answer — we cannot comprehend, To ask the time from time itself… To steal an hour, outwit its end, Leaving its steady ticking spell — And break the limit! (Verse 3) Who once drew the line of fate for us? We long to grasp our essence here… And time’s swift moments dwell in us, Counting the days, counting the years. (Bridge) Moment by moment — a trace in the soul, Time whispers: “Take it slow…” But the soul is rushing, longing to go, Where the new dawn waits to glow. (Chorus — repeat) Where lies the answer — we cannot comprehend, To ask the time from time itself… To steal an hour, outwit its end, Leaving its steady ticking spell — And break the limit! (Outro — softly, fading out) Counting the days… Counting the days…

(Verse 1)
Here comes the morning — once again,
A chance to live another day.
It might be the last, but you, my friend,
Don’t know it — it’s beyond your ken.
(Verse 2)
What do you mean to do today,
What are you ready to embrace?
To follow fate’s unyielding way,
Or turn away from your own trace?
(Chorus)
Where lies the answer — we cannot comprehend,
To ask the time from time itself…
To steal an hour, outwit its end,
Leaving its steady ticking spell —
And break the limit!
(Verse 3)
Who once drew the line of fate for us?
We long to grasp our essence here…
And time’s swift moments dwell in us,
Counting the days, counting the years.
(Bridge)
Moment by moment — a trace in the soul,
Time whispers: “Take it slow…”
But the soul is rushing, longing to go,
Where the new dawn waits to glow.
(Chorus — repeat)
Where lies the answer — we cannot comprehend,
To ask the time from time itself…
To steal an hour, outwit its end,
Leaving its steady ticking spell —
And break the limit!
(Outro — softly, fading out)
Counting the days…
Counting the days…