The pavement is filled with uneven stones, twirled to the right
I leave my hat at a bench not far from the ocean, wishing you would be here with me
Traveling as a passion, why do you travel and do not care about what is inside?
Do for love
Follow the mountains and find that the treasure can be find in your backyard
There is a treasure for you, my love
Only as you do not see buried under the sand