I was smaller than the birds, it was a night-time,
the love held my hand.
I pass through the "dreams" street, it was a night-time,
with the weebles on my pockets.
If only rain would pour, if only I'd lose my sleep,
if only a bird would perch on my forefinger,
then I would cry all alone.
It's because of love, because of love,
because of love, said my mother, don't worry, don't wory come closer.
How many seasons've passed at the "love" bazaar with lies,
I sold dreams to the deceived ones.
Suddenly my mind slip through my fingers, it was a night-time.
there's someone I love, and some other who loves me.