I'm waking up in a distant land
Without a goal I'm going, the wind brings me to the sea
Everywhere he looks at the empty and somewhat grain of sand
The wind is strong and I can’t find a lee.

Ref.
In this foreign time
I feel like I'm a stranger anywhere
I don’t understand the words, everywhere pantomime
The danger is everywhere
In each one of us is hiding
Some sort of, some avenger.

It's not the sun that shines
There is something in the short thunder
I don’t know what to say
And I'm looking for something under
A great dark cloud
I wonder, I wonder
Because I was born at the end of the sumer
Where is my lucky number?
And did I become a hunter?

Let the house be high in the hill
She wants someone to open her door
To fill the empty shore
Does anyone know what's in our core?
The high hill and the air is still cold, cold land,
There will remain a ghost in him until the end.

Ref.
In this foreign time
I feel like I'm a stranger anywhere
I don’t understand the words, everywhere pantomime
The danger is everywhere
In each one of us is hiding
Some sort of, some avenger.

In a wild night, a voice calls a shadow
Which wanders far away
And my spirit runs high and low
Just slowly, quietly in this show
Let it go, let it go, this has started much ago.