Different towns,
Different countries,
The only thing's stable -
The man who's called me.
I would give forever
For this voyage,
If only I could,
I believe.
Mile after mile
Feeds the everchangings,
I'm really among them,
I swear that I bleed,
Then staying for too long
Hurts from inside me,
Any walking away is
Like breakin' free.
So I face myself
Against weeping wall,
With questions directed
Right up to the sky.
Sands are passing by
And they whisper:
"Don't miss your night flight,
Keep goin' on."
Февраль 2014, Прага/Вильнюс