Over and Over [Hungarian translation]

There's a theme that goes over and over

and over and over within me.

And it tells me that you and you only

were meant for my lonely old heart.

Like a constant repeat of a pendulum

beat of a jungle drum in me,

It keeps saying this over and over:

Oh, why have you drifted apart?

I go searching through thousands of places

and thousands of faces to find you.

It's like searching the heavenly spaces

for one out of millions of stars.

But I follow a song made of heartache and longing

that you left behind you,

That keeps telling me over and over:

There's no love on Earth that is ours.

The rain goes pit-a-pat on the pavement

And beats a tattoo upon my brain.

It seems to mock me with this refrain:

You're chasing a memory,

You're searching in vain.

I awake with a start and I cry

that my poor goddamn heart is mistaken.

For my life would be over

if surely I knew I could never find you.

And a hope that has wings and sings over and over,

and will not be shaken,

Keeps reminding me someday I'll find you,

and someday we'll start life anew.