Regardless of everything they say about us,
why our flags are on half the spear tonight,*
and that why your mother won't give you to me,
and that why you will never call yourself mine,
my only(one),the times are repulsive...
Regardless of everything,dawns are the worst.
Regardless of that,I don't curse the windows.
Even though I know that you will never knock on them,
even though I know that you will never be mine again,
my only(one),the times are repulsive...
Oh,oh,oh,regardless of everything,
oh,oh,oh,and of my tired eyes,
the tear that withers for you,
you are mine,mine you will remain...