On the trails of longing
on the bridge of sighs
my mother gave birth to me
On an autumn evening,
oh Life, my eyes saw your cold heart
With plastic rattles
pretty and colorful
they put me to sleep
And my little eyes
saw the world's commodities
and they agreed
My milk was bitter
and the water I was raised on was brackish
And opposite my swing,
my malicious Fate
was boasting of me
My cry was dull
as if I was trying to say something,
but they didn't feel for me
A sorrowful breath
for this whore of a life
that they debited me with
That's how my story began, then. That's how it began
They didn't ask for my opinion, oh Life, but I got used to you
Like a wounded eaglet in the dirt,
I seek the strength to keep holding on
That's how my story began, then. That's how it began
They taught me something but I faced something else entirely
God, I wish I knew what day I will die
so I could celebrate it like my birthday
On the mud and nails
and fire of this unjust world, I took my first steps
A steady balance
so I can catch up with life,
but I fell flat
Only the "O" and the "H"
did I learn to pronounce
in my school days
That's why the words "oh" and "why"
follow me wherever I go
even though I've turned thirty
Thus time passed
and I, stooping on my path,
made dreams
It so happened that I was one of those
who swim in the foam
and the sludge
The blood of my soul is dripping
like raindrops
but who cares?
And the invisible wound
which is bleeding within
has no one to share the burden
That's how my story began, then. That's how it began
They didn't ask for my opinion, oh Life, but I got used to you
Like a wounded eaglet in the dirt,
I seek the strength to keep holding on
That's how my story began, then. That's how it began
They taught me something but I faced something else entirely
God, I wish I knew what day I will die
so I could celebrate it like my birthday
God, I wish I knew what day I will die
so I could celebrate it like my birthday