The Swing Of Things (Круговорот вещей)

Oh, but how can I speak of the world
Rushing by
With a lump in my throat
And tears in my eyes
Have we come to the point of no turning back
Or is it still time to get into
The swing of things

Let us walk through this windless city
I'll go on till the winter gets me
"Sleep..."you wrote "sleep, my dear"
In a letter somewhere

Oh, but how can I sleep with your voice in my head
And an ocean between us
And room in my bed
Have I come to the point where I'm losing the grip
Or is it still time to get into
The swing of things

When she glows in the dark
And I'm weak by the sight
Of this breathtaking beauty
In which I can hide
There is a worldful out there
Of people I fear

But given time I'll get into
The swing of things

Yes, when she glows in the dark and I'm struck by the sight
I know that I'll need this for the rest of my life

What have I done
What lies I have told
I've played games with the ones that rescued my soul
Have I come to the point where I'm losing the grip
Or is it still time to get into
The swing of things

Дошел ли я до точки, где потерял равновесие
Или это все еще время попасть в движение вещей?