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
