Where is my heart
That left chasing hope?
I am afraid that the night
May also leave me soulless
I am afraid that the night
May also leave me soulless
Where is the little dove
That was crying at dawn?
It went far away, leaving
Its tears on my chest.
It went far away, leaving
Its tears on my chest.
When one leaves one's home
And one starts up on the winding paths
The horse pulls forward
And one's soul pulls back
The horse pulls foward
And one's soul pulls back
I have a very old sadness,
It is useless to throw it out,
And because it's a long-lasting one,
I have named it the Age-Old One
Where are my hopes,
Where are my joys?
The Age-Old One is that kind sadness,
And it is my only company.
The Age-Old One is that kind sadness,
And it is my only company.
When one leaves one's home
And one starts up on the winding paths
The horse pulls forward
And one's soul pulls back
The horse pulls forward
And one's soul pulls back