I'm running toward the wind to the very ending of the earth
Where, I believe, something good stayed.
I don't know in which side my home is,
I don't know if I will come back there.
A thousand vital scenes are milling around,
Crashing rapidly in stones of time,
The dreams sleep me on the big distance
Reflactions of people which I didn't see long.
The home is waiting for you always by look in the window,
Dear eyes desire so the meeting with you.
Present the light...
Present me the light...
Present the light...
I wouldn't like to have absolutely everything
Giving something, don't expect anything.
At the end of the world I understood one thing,
It isn't possible to overtake all dreams in the life.
I was looking for what I had always,
But only now I saw it.
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