The stairs of the world

Here you can see the world alive
All engaged in its different works
With the people on both my sides
I like hearing their colourful words
I see a boy who's kissing a girl
And she looks right at me
She wants to say "you are alone
You can't receive what I can feel".

Why do you want to make me suffer?
Why do you want to make me cry?
I have done nothing bad to you,
And you, you don't, you don't even know me.

When I turn into Ash on the Stairs of the World
I see all the people come and go
When I turn into Ash on the Stairs of the World
I watch a horrible show, I watch a horrible show.

This is the place where a promise is told
And I wonder if it will be holden
Where a misunderstood white dress
Is sign of faithfully love confessed
Where all races meet in a crazy dance
Full of colours and sounds, religions and lands
I know that you all men will pass here someday
And something you will think, you'll understand.

Will you go back to your homeland?
And will you take what you have learned?
All this singing and dancing and singing and dancing
Is the diversity of lives
And this keeps this world alive.

When I turn into Ash on the Stairs of the World
I see all the people come and go
When I turn into Ash on the Stairs of the World
I watch a horrible show, I watch a horrible show.

All this moving and speaking and burning and freshening
Is the heart of the Cosmos
We are self-moving pawns in a game
We are like a picture that knows how to draw itself
The heart will beat along
If you come and dance on the Stairs of the World.