If today was not an endless highway, If tonight was not a crooked trail, If tomorrow wasn't such a long time, Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all. ‧°‧°‧°‧°‧°Nana Mouskouri(娜娜)‧°‧°‧°‧°‧°‧°‧°‧°‧°‧°‧°‧°‧° I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain, I can't hear the echo of my footsteps, Or can't remember the sound of my own name. Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin', Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin', Only if she was lyin' by me, Then I'd lie in my bed once again. ‧°‧°‧°‧Nana Mouskouri(娜娜)‧°‧°‧°‧°‧°‧°‧°‧°‧°‧°‧° There's beauty in the silver, singin' river, There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky, But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes. Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin', Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin', Only if she was lyin' by me, Then I'd lie in my bed once again.