An ancient legend tells the story about a man
who left this town and disappeared into the night.
I think no honest citizen saw him again.
So many lives and deaths are easy to forget.
Traces, footsteps... Vanishing after the dawn.
People, like sheep, only worrying about grass.
But sometimes when the day is over,
listen!
There is a song that comes from nowhere.
Who was the man? I am afraid we’ll never know.
He lost another battle on that empty road.
But sometimes when the day is over,
listen!
There is a song that comes from nowhere.
Running through strange lands.
Don’t look back and remember:
there’s no time to lose,
there’s no time to breathe.
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