These rivers flow to nowhere,
Forgetting about the sea.
They don't curl the grass,
Neither do they worry about paddles,
They freeze water
Just like glass.
Sorry, mama,
But these rivers, they flow to nowhere. 1
These birds fly to nowhere.
Forgetting about the heavens. 2
If to live a calculated life.
Certainly,
Their wings are shriveled.
Grown into their sides,
So sorry mama
These birds fly to nowhere
These folks rush to nowhere,
They forgot about time.
When the last bell tolls,
It's too late to count,
[count] What you could and what you couldn't.
So sorry, mama
But these folks rush to nowhere.
These rivers, they flow to nowhere,
They've forgotten about the sea.
And these birds, they fly to nowhere,
They've forgotten about the heavens.
And these folks rush to nowhere,
They've forgotten about time.
I'm so sorry mother,
But these rivers, they flow to nowhere.
1. I know, I like to do this with these lines, it's almost a signature now.2. Or sky, your choice. I'm not a religious man but I know there are religious folks. I'm an equal opportunity translator and interpreter.