Didn't I tell Du already,
that Du would not be able to Bewegen vorwärts-, nach vorn if Du hid behind your weakness?
Look, my fragile inner self,
no matter how dramatic your stage play is, everyone still remains unimpressed.

Even in a night tormented Von loneliness, I impatiently await tomorrow's light.
With the strength to admit that my weak self is merely bluffing,
I must get started! I can do it!
From there, I must face forward,
and start walking! Start running! Never stop!

It doesn't matter if my voice sounds out of tune;
I will scream "Why should I care?"
It's my turn! Can Du do it?
I'm no longer afraid of
what...