Along the way marked with furrows, I go

Like convicts who went this way before

Sometimes I see...

Along the way marked with furrows, I go

Like convicts who went this way before

Sometimes I see their martyred souls

The path ends and there is nothing in here, nothing in here

Only ground that cries with their suffering

The path ends and there is nothing in here

Only ground that cries with their suffering

The path ends and there is nothing in here

Only ground that cries with their suffering

Seeking the answer in footprints, I go

They fulfilled their fate, innocent, thrilled

Sometimes I see their faces in a mist

This place and this land and either destiny

I touch the flames, I regret, I'm sorry

This place and this land and either destiny

I touch the flames, I regret, I'm sorry

This place and this land and either destiny

I touch the flames, I regret, I'm sorry