Within those glittering lights on the horizon, you must be hiding somewhere. When I see those twinkling stars I feel nostalgic because I know you are in one of them.
Let's set out, pack a bag with a piece of bread, a knife, a lamp,
The passion that my father left me, That look that my mother gave me.
The earth is spinning, concealing you Your eyes are shining in the glittering light The earth is spinning, carrying you carrying us who shall meet someday.
This passion is that my father gave me, That look my mother gave me.
The earth is spinning, concealing you Your eyes are shining in the glittering light The earth is spinning, carrying you, carrying us who shall meet someday.
Within those glittering lights on the horizon, you must be hiding somewhere. When I see those twinkling stars I feel nostalgic because I know you are in one of them.
Let's set out, pack a bag with a piece of bread, a knife, a lamp,
The passion that my father left me, That look that my mother gave me.
The earth is spinning, concealing you Your eyes are shining in the glittering light The earth is spinning, carrying you carrying us who shall meet someday.
This passion is that my father gave me, That look my mother gave me.
The earth is spinning, concealing you Your eyes are shining in the glittering light The earth is spinning, carrying you, carrying us who shall meet someday.