Eternal wanderer ...

The orange sun, in the far away, the waves rip
On the way of life, eternal wandering, I seek my place steadfast
Feet torn to bones, feet torn to blood
No sorrow, no pity, because I have to go ahead

Listen ...

Strength lies in diversity, in the naive cult of the world
Because it is beautiful to live, it is beautiful to fly
It is beautiful to jump over the clouds, beautifully feel the measure
In the wilderness to take the star
Anything, only deterrent is just the force of my imagination ...