Would not believe it, not a word, it's fancy
If yesterday someone tried in case
To tell, that after years were spend in travel
You will come back and tug in your embrace
You look anew, long hair – and now it's braided,
Black and white in clothing, like before
And shining smile with freckles-constellations
So hi, my friend, you are welcomed home
I have new stories, and new songs that we can liste...