Tekst:
1000 Travels Of Jawaharlal

I consider many things in my head. I want to do this or that. But, I kept thinking and thinking, and I did nothing. I did nothing, nobody blames to me

We were going to your town, talking about various pleasant things. On the highway midnight. Noticing we were almost there. We forgot how tired we were

I am still coming and going by groping. Because it is the middle of the way. There are many things I would like to share with you. Times, musics, words

Things go crazy. I am confused and don't know what is right or wrong. At least, it is not right for me what you say and do. Things go worse. I am confused

I think you seem to press down the person who is not pleased by the false charge. [Justice is being done.] is what you always say, but I can't believe