You make me feel like a country,
A country modest and plain,
That's nobody's destination,
just space you cross on a train,
 
That leaves no memory lasting,
No legend or fairy-tale;
I tried very hard to make you
Surprised; it looks like I failed.
 
But now I can't find my way to
The person I was before.
I'm living on as a country -
A country that lost the war.