Like a mirror that doesn't reflect anything
And a path that leads nowhere;
Like a mirror that doesn't reflect anything
And like an empty house
That crumbles little by little...
It crumbles little by little
Like a mirror that doesn't reflect anything...
Many long, joyless days.
So many loveless moons!
Many long, joyless days...
At times, I wouldn't even breathe
If I didn't have any songs to sing.
If I didn't have any songs to sing,
(There'd be) many long, joyless days!