Oh, so much remains to be wished for.
You don't have everything under control.
Rains and strong blows keep on going.
In the blessed country.
Oh, there are so many borders already.
Between those who were supposed to be friends.
But they keep on yelling and arguing.
On this tiled public square.
Oh, put this into good hands.
Oh, it breaks so easily.
Oh, don't miss out on this chance.
And you being right is not happiness.
Oh, there are still so many people.
They often stand in each other's way.
Or [they stand] wringing hands at life.
No one saying anything.
Oh, we are so many commuters.
Between places back and forth.
Their heads are spinning from traveling endlessly.
And suddenly, it's not going well anymore.
Oh, put this into good hands.
Oh, it breaks so easily.
Oh, don't miss out on this chance.
And you being right is not happiness.
Oh, put this into good hands.
Oh, it breaks so easily.
Oh, don't miss out on this chance.
And you being right is not happiness.