There's still a mystery about my history So I will find my destiny by having a journey I will bring some brandy and a bread with butter Together with armor and a well-sharpened dagger
Upon the sea I cross and the mountains I climb In all the threats of different breeds of mankind I will struggle with the midst of its horror And the curse they cast which I tend to ignore
Like a city suffered from an invisible plague They discriminate the travelers with a silver plate So I hide from the place they used to abandon Until the opportunity to leave would might come
Cultures in diversity come and go Get used to it because you're the one they didn't know An outcast from another island, another face Like an enemy switched from another place