You travel ten thousand times,
You became a child of the night.
At the dawn of each day
The rising sun found a way.
The way ends once,
The wind hurries towards the silent valley .
In the distance, far to the east
The sun still breaks through every night.
The rain falls on the city parks,
You walk with wet hair in front of the dark gates.
Your experience is still you were with no one,
Your dream is calm, no one shakes you, no one shakes you.
The road ends one day,
The wind hurries towards the silent valley.
In the distance there far in the east
The sun still breaks through every night.
Every night (night, night).
Every night (night, night, night).

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