Along the way marked with furrows, I go   Like convicts who went this way before   Sometimes I see...   Along the way marked with furrows, I go   Like convicts who went this way before   Sometimes I see their martyred souls   The path ends and there is nothing in here, nothing in here   Only ground that cries with their suffering   The path ends and there is nothing in here   Only ground that cries with their suffering   The path ends and there is nothing in here   Only ground that cries with their suffering   Seeking the answer in footprints, I go   They fulfilled their fate, innocent, thrilled   Sometimes I see their faces in a mist   This place and this land and either destiny   I touch the flames, I regret, I'm sorry   This place and this land and either destiny   I touch the flames, I regret, I'm sorry   This place and this land and either destiny   I touch the flames, I regret, I'm sorry