All those people around me
In the city
Those people who run and march
Where are they going?
Is it the wind that pushes them?
Towards invisible dreams
What do they see at the end of their trip?
When the fog clears
Answer me, I'm waiting for you I'm waiting for you I'm waiting for you
All those people who squeeze their arms [not sure about this]
On their hearts
Who don't know how it feels to be cold anymore
to be frightend
Is it the earth that keeps them walking?
Or the sky that's too hard?
They walk the distance of chance
What do they know about love?
One hundred times, without you
I have been looking for my route
Without faith or law
Alone with my doubts
I'm waiting for you
One hundred times, without you
I have been looking for my route
Without faith or law
Alone with my doubts
One hundred times, without you
The heart on it's way
Without faith or law
I lost my route
I'm waiting for you I'm waiting for you I'm waiting for you