Nothing can offer content,
Nothing can ease the pain,
Nothing can wear off the sorrow

One is born to bear within.

While your world is worth of trying,

My world is mere cold.
No chance in disillusion,
Only the end of the road.


Man weighed down with sorrow,
Anguished from the sole being.

Destined to live with uneasiness,
Always the hard way.


Nothing can offer content,
Nothing can ease the pain,
Nothing can wear off the sorrow

One is born to bear within.

While your world is worth of trying,

My world is mere cold.
No chance in disillusion,
Only the end of the road.


While your world is worth of trying,
My world is mere cold.

No chance in disillusion,
Only the end of the road


Cold is the world,
For the ones excluded,
Dark is the path,

In the absence of light.
Compelled to cherish beauty in longing,
Cling on love amidst of the suffering.


No chance in disillusion,
No, not in this world.

Not in this world
Not for a man
Weighed down with sorrow.

Only the end of the road.