Remember when I told you I don't know where am going
and when I'll come back
that you should not wait for me?
I promised not to write, neither send cards
but take pictures of people along the way
and I remembered all the stories the wind told.
I wasn't ready to leave and go and not stop
but I was even less ready to stay
there and then would be my end.
And when I came back and you had left
leaving nothing but a note
that you know where you're going
and that you're not planing to ever come back.
Не ти обещавам целия свят, а само чисто небе, което ти да напълниш с мечти