Say, what good is it to walk on this Earth,
Without ever speaking to you…without ever approaching you ?
And the time that passes doesn’t make a difference at all.
Yes, this time that passes is so futile.
Say, what good is it to wander below the sky,
Without ever holding you…without ever smelling you ?
And the people who pass by, walk hand in hand…
And these people, who pass by, couldn’t care less.
But I continue, and I move forward.
Beyond the streets, I cast my hope.
And I continue, and I move forward.
Here, nothing is lost. But nothing is won beforehand.
And I continue, and I move forward, and I move forward.
Say, what good is it to spend the winters
Without gazing at you…without hugging you a little ?
When the persistent cold
Grasps me, hits me, and rolls over me,
Yes, your cold-heartedness whisks me away.
But I continue, and I move forward.
Beyond the streets, I cast my hope.
And I continue, and I move forward.
Here, nothing is lost. But nothing is won beforehand.
And I continue, and I move forward.
Towards these unknowns that are so many in presence.
And I continue, and I move forward, and I move forward.
Say, what good is it to call out prayers,
If no one hears, if everything always costs me ?
And my voice breaks
Knowing too well to keep silent, and my voice breaks,
But hopes.
But I continue, and I move forward.
Beyond the streets, I cast my hope.
And I continue, and I move forward.
Here, nothing is lost. But nothing is won beforehand.
And I continue, and I move forward.
Towards these unknowns that are so many in presence.
And I continue, and I move forward, and I move forward.
Say, what good is it to walk on this Earth,
Without ever speaking to you…without ever approaching you ?