Battered by the rain, a puppy
is walking with a shaky gait.
When I offer it my bosom, it immediately
runs into my embrace and starts growling.
A homeless child, a homeless child,
how far do you plan to wander?
A homeless child, a homeless child,
you must be seeking warmth.
What I yearn for is the Evening Star.
That tender maiden, shrouded in mystery,
stirs up my heart into chaos.
After rain, on a sidewalk,
I start running together with the puppy.
I will protect it.
To that brown furball, I call out.
A homeless child, a homeless child,
you and I are the same.
A homeless child, a homeless child,
please cheer up now.
When I look up, I see the Morning Star.
That maiden, whom I love,
will listlessly rock my heart.
That maiden, whom I love,
will listlessly rock my heart.