I am a traveler, a traveler,
one day in the east, one day in the west.
Even if the wind blows, even if it rains,
I walk anyway, despite everything,
everything, everything.
Neither I am in the beginning nor in the end,
I am in the middle, in the middle of it all.
It is needed to run a bit, against time
When the time walks away...
Go wherever you go, do whatever you want but
Everything is obvious, turn around and look back.
Wherever you go, do whatever you want but
Everything is obvious, there is a lot of pain in the world, in the world...
I want you to understand;
Everything in this world has a beginning and an end
When will these apartnesses come to an end?