I caress the strings with a rose-colored fingernail,

And we sing together, songs of joy.

The fences melt like a ghost moon,

We'll come together soon,

All that’s left for us is…

Hundreds of thousands of miles

Until the end of spring.

Hundreds of thousands of years

We were somewhere.

Hundreds of thousands of miles

Carousels of fuss.

Hundreds of thousands of years

We were everywhere.

And all around, there are only marble houses.

This is your spring, and mine, probably.

Bare trees unfurl their leaves;

Grass will soon come.

All that’s left for us is…

Hundreds of thousands of miles

Until the end of spring.

Hundreds of thousands of years

We were somewhere.

Hundreds of thousands of miles

Carousels of fuss.

Hundreds of thousands of years

We were everywhere.

I caress the strings with a rose-colored fingernail,

How many miles will we walk? I don't know exactly.

Wash your palms with light rain.

We’ll wait for her.

All that’s left for us is…

Hundreds of thousands of miles

Until the end of spring.

Hundreds of thousands of years

We were somewhere.

Hundreds of thousands of miles

Carousels of fuss.

Hundreds of thousands of years

We were everywhere.

Hundreds of thousands of miles...

Hundreds of thousands of years...