28 acessos
When I think about the continuous journey throught life
When it always feels like autumn
When the wind is showly turning to north and the flowers die
- There is rain failing in my dreams
I must travel again and search for comfort
I must search again for the voice of affection
I must travel again till next autumn
the continuous travel
till next autumn
When I'm walking on the rocky road throught life
When it feels like
I'm carrying a sorrow
Then the sun is showly hiding in the clouds
and the word is goodbye
-soon snow will be failing in my dreams
I must travel again and search for comfort
I must search again for the voice of affection
I must travel again till next autumn
the continuos travel till next autumn