"Maria" There is someone I should love;
every person who has ever been hurt...
As I look around,
everyone busily
hurries on by.
I noticed that this year, too,
the signs of winter have
come very soon.
Again, somewhere in this city today
two people will meet and fall in love;
the curtains are violently opened.
Even so, everything eventually,
someday, has an end.
Again, somewhere in this city today
two people split apart;
the curtains are quitely dropped.
"Maria" There is someone I should love.
At times I feel very lonely.
But my needs are all filled
by the person I should love.
"Maria" There is someone I should love.
At times I bear very deep wounds.
But my they are all healed
by the person I should love.
"Maria" Everyone is crying.
"Maria" But I want to believe.
"Maria" So I'm praying now
that this is my final love.
Beginnings come at random,
but endings always have a reason.
Uh - la la la...
When I was heartbroken, who stayed by my side?
On whose shoulder did I shed my tears?
With whom did I share my joy?
With whom did I hold hands?
I remember.
On the night we spent apart
The moon was far away and I was crying.
On the night we spent apart
The moon was far away and I was crying.
Who taught me true strength?
Who taught me kindness?
On whose account do I walk?
Who did I want to stroke my hair?
Who didn't give up for me?
I'll never forget.
When I stray from the path, and
When the path is too long,
I was muttering to myself.
That's the way life is...
I pray that this singing voice
will reach you...
I pray that this singing voice
will reach you...
I pray that this singing voice
will reach you...
I pray that this singing voice
will reach you...
ha-a-a-
Today's happy face, today's sad face.
Yesterday's weak self, tomorrow's strong self.
If it's you, who are you showing it to? If it's me, who should I show it to?
Time is sometimes a cruel thing,
but the present is made by that cruelty.
Unceasingly searching for someone, an instant of release
soon triumphs over the visiting fear.
As I don't even notice the flowers shaking before my feet,
I can't even look at myself in the mirror.
Today's happy face, today's sad face.
Yesterday's healed wounds and today's deeply opened wounds.
If it's you, who are you showing it to? If it's me, who should I show it to?
The sanity and insanity that I was given and are mine only,
Both exist together without negating the other.
Futile things, spilled things, and useless things...
I'll choose with confidence, so I am of myself.
Because I have always defined happiness with my own standards.
Today's happy face, today's sad face.
Even if yesterday's healed wounds have opened today,
If it's you, who can you show it to? If it's me, I want to show it to that person.