(English translation)
Why is this heart of yours so unbelieving?
It’s not as if
Love is dead
There somewhere this wasteland ends
When you go someone will be there to meet you
Why is this heart of yours so unbelieving?
It’s not as if
Truth is dead
A Sahara of thirst is what I must
cross
Living many times, and dying just as many
Why is this heart of yours so unbelieving?
It’s not as if
Beauty is dead
It’s not as if
Love is dead
