Far too many dreams
have I already lost,
no trails left behind,
as though I were never born
Far too many years
devoted to the hope
of the moment of salvation
of a new life
Far too many times
discarded, spat at,
I have no other escape
but to flee from here
I sweep through the night,
and am prepared for the last step,
I have arrived at the end,
I can't go on anymore, I'm sorry!
I'm sorry...!
I'm sorry...!
Far too many words
have destroyed me,
and every syllable
increased my sorrow.
Far too many pains
have I already lived through,
in order to feel something more,
that my heart soars.
Far too many times
discarded, spat at,
I have no other escape
but to flee from here
I sweep through the night,
and am prepared for the last step,
I have arrived at the end,
I can't go on anymore, I'm sorry!
I'm sorry...!
I'm sorry...!
What's said is said
What's done is done
The world nonetheless turns,
it will always keep turning.