The Stairs Of The World

Here you can see the world alive/ all engaged in its different works/ with the people on both my sides/ I like hearing their colourful words/ I see a boy who's kissing a girl/ and she looks right at me/ She wants to say "you are alone/ you can't receive what I can feel"// Why do you want to make me suffer?/ Why do you want to make me cry?/ I have done nothing bad to you,/ and you, you don't, you don't even know me// When I turn into Ash on the Stairs of the World/ I see all the people come and go/ When I turn into Ash on the Stairs of the World/ I watch a horrible show, I watch a horrible show// This is the place where a promise is told/ and I wonder if it will be holden/ where a misunderstood white dress/ is sign of faithfully love confessed/ Where all races meet in a crazy dance/ full of colours and sounds, religions and lands/ I know that you all men will pass here someday/ and something you will think, you'll understand// Will you go back to your homeland?/ And will you take what you have learned?/ All this singing and dancing and singing and dancing/ is the diversity of lives/ and this keeps this world alive// When I turn... // All this moving and speaking and burning and freshening/ is the heart of the Cosmos/ We are self-moving pawns in a game/ We are like a picture that knows how to draw itself/ The heart will beat along/ if you come and dance on the Stairs of the World//