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When nothing remains
I begin to think:
At least I still have a song to sing for you.
About happiness and good fortune,
About different paths to take,
Like trains sliding along the metal tracks,
To the distant North Pole stations,
Where only freedom lives alone unfettered.
Whenever I feel a miracle in the distance, so very far away,
All I want is to be even closer to you.
Nothing,
When nothing remains,
I wish to sing for you,
A song about happiness,
That comes,
Comes so unexpectedly,
And takes us by the hand,
A song about the happiness to come.
When nothing remains,
I begin to think:
I still have the wind racing through the sky,
And the setting sun,
And the distant roads to travel,
Over seven mountains and nine seas,
To the southern paradise of the migrating birds,
Where everything's like a dream, except you're not there.
Whenever I feel a miracle in the distance, so very far away,
All I want is to be even closer to you.
Nothing,
When nothing remains,
I wish to sing for you,
A song about happiness,
That comes,
Comes so unexpectedly,
And takes us by the hand,
A song about the happiness to come.
Nothing,
When nothing remains,
I wish to sing for you,
A song about happiness,
That comes,
Comes so unexpectedly,
And takes us by the hand,
A song about the happiness to come.
When nothing remains,
I wish to sing for you,
A song about happiness,
That comes,
Comes so unexpectedly,
And takes us by the hand,
A song that will be,
A song about the happiness that will be!
