I went and sat on an empty bank.
They mocked me and passed by me.
Nobody even saw me.
Who am I for them?
Time passes, friends leave
Time cuts lovers*
Out life is not infinite,
It is these roads and years that are infinite.
It is prophet's gear, since I hit the road.
Takes its breath, without losing interest**
(I) Went and moved to an empty heart
(I) Didn't knock, it was open already
Nobody could know
Who was I for them?
Time passed and became now***
Left the past and healed
Solitude was not eternal
It was us, all of us, that didn't bring an end (to things).
It is prophet's gear, since I hit the road.
Takes its breath, without losing interest