Every time I line up all these ordinary words,
I become unable to say them

What am I supposed to do on these miserable days
Where it feels like I’m the only one left out?

Even though I want someone to tell me where I went wrong,
March naturally comes to an end the same as it always does

It’s nothing but things I have no need for pointlessly repeating themselves
What am I waiting for now?

I get deceived and find myself getting swallowed up
Inside these convenient words
Am I doing the right thing now?

When the feelings I’ve finally worked up come tumbling down,
I become unable to see what I could before

What am I supposed to do on these difficult days
Where I don’t remember or imagine anything?

Will all the things I went to the trouble of remembering to keep myself from losing my way
Have any meaning at all once March turns into April?

Even though I know in my mind it can’t be helped,
I can’t think about it, and I just don’t know
I watched March come to an end with my head in the clouds

I keep getting swept along, unable to go against the current
It seems like it’s a lie to say this is the end
My feet are starting to move now
Inside an April without a soul in it
The next meaning lies there
For what’s in this world