I'm waiting at the river
In watching the path.
I can do nothing else,
Nothing happens.
I'm waiting, nose in wind.
I don't wring my fingers.
We can lose, we can win,
It doesn't matter.
I'll be leaving later,
I'll come back quickly.
We don't leave the desert,
We turn endlessly.
Day's falling, hell hour
Is no longer so far.
But I don't feel bitter,
We end up get over.
And the wounds heal,
Waiting is nothing.
And tears are in vain,
Always the same refrain.
And the wounds heal,
Waiting is nothing.
And tears are in vain,
Always the same, the same refrain.
I keep my arms open,
Wind passing through my hands.
It's the prayer time,
Nothing happens.
We learn get used to it
With a little zest.
We know well our miseries
Never will end, never end.
And the wounds heal,
Waiting is nothing.
And tears are in vain,
Always the same refrain.
And the wounds heal,
Waiting is nothing.
And tears are in vain,
Always the same refrain.
And the wounds heal,
Waiting is nothing.
And tears are in vain,
Always the same refrain.
And the wounds heal,
Waiting is nothing.
And tears are in vain,
Always the same, the same refrain,
the same refrain, the same refrain,
the same refrain, the same refrain.
I'm waiting at the river
In watching the path.
I can do nothing else,
Nothing happens ...