2018.05.12.
About to Travel
About to travelTravel travel
I woke up one of these days
Felt that I am a stranger, felt the treachery of friends
& of the one I thought was my love.. & I, oh I
I who sang a lot on nights
At joy a song, & at wounding a song
And patience a song.. I become like this, a stranger!
I become a stranger, stranger & no one by my side close
Thought to travel, travelling, travelling
I'm afraid when you travel to a foreign country
That you forget that you're leaving in your country a lover
Waiting in longing, that's tiring, tiring him.. tired of separation
And lighting you a candle, it's light waiting for you
And in his eyes a tear, wipe it with your own hands
When you come back to me again,oh again again again from the foreign country [all x2]
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Two days & I'm travelling
Maybe I find forbearance/tolerance in my way
Maybe I find rest in my foreignness.. Two days & I'm travelling
I wished to be beside you
A lover from your homeland, that stays up caring for your rest
Becomes happy in your happiness, & shares your pain
And worries to carry away from you
When you come back to me again again,
Oh again again again from the foreign country
Two days & I'm travelling
Maybe I find forbearance/tolerance in my way
Maybe I find rest in my foreignness
I'm afraid that you find a rose, that looks pretty in your eyes
And you forget me & sway to pick her with your hands
And her thorns wound you & that you suffer there, there, there
Pick the rose with my own hands, & don't wound your hands
Leave the wounding for me & the happiness for you♥
But just come back for me again again
Oh again again again from the foreign country
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