I have known this place for years,
Every voice is now familiar to my ears,
I have looked around, I've pried these views,
It's all same for me now, nothing makes me amuse.

For to live, I want to search places,
I want to look into some new faces.

I don't wish to be a historian, or an archaeologist,
But I want to find, where the art of love exists.
I want to run,
I want to fly,
I want to see the moon, the sun,
I want to get hurt from the gravel,
This is what I want to do, I want to travel.