Translation of Analog park by The Gathering

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In the garden, in the park, on a bench, I sit.
A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summer.
It is coming my way,
I patiently wait.

I see the sign, itīs on the road
and I think itīs crazy

In the garden, of the park, on a bench, I watch.
The sandy feet of the children.
Pearls of sweat run across their beautiful faces.

You see the sign, itīs on the road
but I think youīre crazy

You are, you are the sign
of my unrelief

As I easily get inner contact with myself,
I notice distress grabbing for my throat.
It is time to reach out.
To find something that isnīt there,

You see the signs, theyīre on the road
but I think itīs crazy

You are, you are the sign
of my unrelief
Translate to:

In the garden, in the park, on a bench, I sit.
A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summer.
It is coming my way,
I patiently wait.

I see the sign, itīs on the road
and I think itīs crazy

In the garden, of the park, on a bench, I watch.
The sandy feet of the children.
Pearls of sweat run across their beautiful faces.

You see the sign, itīs on the road
but I think youīre crazy

You are, you are the sign
of my unrelief

As I easily get inner contact with myself,
I notice distress grabbing for my throat.
It is time to reach out.
To find something that isnīt there,

You see the signs, theyīre on the road
but I think itīs crazy

You are, you are the sign
of my unrelief