we will go around the earth, but find friends
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if they are not found a stone's throw from home
every Friday we go to the train stations
we go through the crowd, we are crowded in the city
the wall is visible in the train window
graffiti flickers so fast that you don’t read
moon in the sky, war in my head
lap laptop with all sorts of nonsense
our express rides through the rivers, through the forest
and we are waiting for some new miracles
and we are waiting for some new miracles
in a quiet place when the fire burns out in the stove
we will understand one day
that trips to other cities will not save you from longing
and other people will not fill the void that is within us
someone is tired, someone is retired
and someone used to live with a little pain in the soul
north or south - we move on
and again we don’t know what we are looking for
you're so tired, you're so sad
you are so disappointed and angry
you found the whole world but not yourself
our express rides through the rivers, through the forest
and we are waiting for some new miracles
like fools, we are waiting for some new miracles