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 pa** 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