I come from a journey with a tired horse from conquering a mirage with a cyber from the sun with thorn and sand wounds, souvenirs of the road with a shower, from the plain of the plant a cold water jar, I want a bread? I am traveling from the trip See my dressing dust is the road See my hand for me Tired and strange tone, lonely and in with regret, with the horror of a kind roof, a shadow of sleep What I am traveling Hosts I am traveling with you to travel with you On the roads of love with you with a bitter but bitter but bitter words a lamp, a lamp, I want to Menu I am traveling ...
