Strange traveler I want to go get lost here I dont want to get lost here anymore The air here is to breathe a little for the old wound Release of the ointment
My heart is getting from the sunset here The sun here is in the hands of the night captive to love always there is no savior here in the salt marsh You cant touch the sea
Strange traveler is a strange abandonment I want to go get lost here I dont want to get lost here anymore The air here is to breathe a little for the old wounds abandoned Becoming an ointment is
the key to the city of love, now I want to fall in love in my hand, I want to say that I am, one day my heart is in the air, it will
bring me a starry sky, a
strange traveler, a strange way , I want to go and get lost here, I will not be here anymore, the air here is too little to breathe, for the old wound, the ointment is released...
