*** English Translation *** Occasionally shall we talk about the old days? That old familiar restaurant to which we used to go With the lines of chestnut trees outside the window Days full of coffee Recklessly searching for that unseen tomorrow None of us trusted others with our hopes Blown by the hot winds of a changing age We felt the instant throughout our bodies. Isn't that so?
Weren't there times we slept by the roadside? Not going anywhere, everyone there. Although we had no money, we managed to live somehow Tomorrows carried by poorness A number of us would intrude on a small lodge house Living it up until morning and then finding sleep Every day burning like a storm We ran until we had no more breath. Isn't that so?
Look at that one remaining photograph The man sporting the mustache, isn't that you? Where you might be right now I do not know A handful of our friends are here though That everything about those days was empty That is something no-one can say Even now painting those unfulfilled dreams just the same You continue to run don't you? Somewhere out there.