What is at the far end of the sea?
Something else, a story that’s far from this world
Will I see it if I climb on top of the clouds?
Angels and children blowing trumpets?

If I place my ear somewhere in the forest
Only I can hear a small voice
Should I fly as if I’m dreaming?
Up high, to a world where no one is there
All of those many questions
All of my endless, unraveled stories
If I turn back, at some point, without me knowing
I forgot my own secrets

Why is this? Am I grown up now?
It feels like I lost some kind of memory
I hope I won’t lose my small hopes and dreams now
I want to whisper to the sky

Among the twinkling stars in the black night sky
Will it contain the place that I was born?
I wanted to believe that I came down
From a different place than the people of earth

All of those many questions
All of my endless, unraveled stories
If I turn back, at some point, without me knowing
I forgot my own secrets

Now, really
Why is this? Am I grown up now?
It feels like I lost some kind of memory
I hope I won’t lose my small hopes and dreams now
I want to whisper to the sky

Why is this? Am I grown up now?
It feels like I lost some kind of memory
I hope I won’t lose my small hopes and dreams now
I want to whisper to the sky