The streets that feel like home
On the other side of the world
Make the days spent afoot
Easy to understand and carefree
Though meanwhile the memories flow forth
When all the days lust has been spent
Beautiful roads that lead in circles
Blow by my random waltz without cause
Hold back you lofty footman
Galloping here and there like that
Do you not see the trail of dust you leave
Scaring the peaceful travelers?
Pad lightly along the streets
They whisper intentions if you listen carefully
Wise in their resolution
Steady in their countenance