Awake with the morning, i am addicted to the path
i travel, travel
surrounded by much green, it touches so in laughter
this sweet moment, this is
How to move between the paths, that were weaved in me over the years
sinking into the radio
to sweeten again in the silence, again on the escape path
and it touches again
And at night, eyes full of tears
whispering lips
to you, to you
and during the day, face to face
i am in the middle of life
and still without you
And the path has not yet finished, this is the path to tomorrow
touching the horizon
if only you were here with me, to strengthen my weakness
i would be serene
And at night, eyes full of tears
whispering lips
to you, to you
and during the day, face to face
i am in the middle of life
and still without you