The Translation : Now, my sad appearance There is a little girl (at the end of the stage / backstage) while I do my best to fight the tears she is staring at me
At the backstage, that little girl Sitting in a chair Two tender hands on each other While she stares and listens To my story, oh
As the girl gets to know me She gets more and more (the blues/sad) Step by step, she gets carried away by the song The little girl can't control her weeping She takes her way outside and leaves me Although the song came at its end Now, I won't sing about the past This sad song