יומן מסע [Yoman Masa] [English translation]

Infinite paths and only one entrance

I write this in a travel dairy.

To mingle with others and not get devoured

I write this in a travel diary.

..And somebody was and somebody came

Don't look back

Because it can always happen again

This person who can spark light in your heart

And break the pain with peace

The touch of tenderness prevails over the hit

I write this in a travel diary.

We are all made out of dust of love

I write this in a travel diary.

Contemplating up-sky and practising penitence,

When in the mean time we forget

That the meaning of life

Is to ask the questions and answer.

...And somebody was and somebody came...