Going and going Delivery alone Going but not coming The sea lips are thirsty go and go and go The word that is unfinished Crying a crowd that an Umrah in Goloma
You must always travel to me The white pigeon I said I say this with a shout like the migrant cloud I cant travel to my journey I wouldnt cry anymore I dont cry from the pain of the journey I wouldnt make my journey anymore Crying from the pain of the journey Lost like a shadow
