The wandering man of this city of mine, I am looking for a lost companion, I am looking for the stories, I miss the stories, listen to my heart, tonight the
story says
, the wandering man of this city, I am looking for a lost companion, I am missing the stories, listen to
my heart, tonight
the story says that
one night of the summer an unknown person came from the trip
with his proud look, he lit the fire in the plain of my soul,
far from that dark world, we were two traveling birds
, oblivious to the thought of tomorrow, the day of the night together. We were
on a rainy autumn night, the sky turned the color of separation,
he traveled from my country, he had a fever of love,
I was left alone and wandering, he does not take any sign of me,
I am gone from his memory, but his memory does not die in me, the
wandering man of this city of mine, I search for a lost companion, I look for stories, I miss the stories, listen to my heart, tonight
the story says
, the wandering man of this city of mine,
I search for the lost companion, he has stories,
listen to my heart, tonight The story goes that
one night, one of the summer nights, an unknown person came from the trip
with his proud gaze, he lit the fire in the plain of my soul, far
from that dark world, we were two traveling birds,
oblivious to the thought of tomorrow night, we were together at night.
