This road leads to nothing,
And nothing is still not here;
We have to ride on this road,
Tonight and through the year.
This road leads to nothing,
Let tomorrow inquisitive come;
We have to hold on to each tide,
When we travel through a storm.
This road leads to nothing,
Our life has passed its core;
And we aren't driving as fast,
As we used to do before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem