Wendeavor - Native | Текст песни

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How many times can you go, not even coming,
again deprive me of hopes for happiness?
infinite number of times, I guess

On my side of the road
probably can't see God.
I'm too far, I can't be heard.
He doesn’t know what I need

If only you knew
how much I want to rush off into the distance
on the ship,
just float away in this trip.

To the place where you left,
where you quietly sleep in my dreams,
to where my native place is,
which no longer exists.

How many times can you go not even coming
again deprive me of hopes for happiness?

On my side of the road
probably can't see God.
I'm too far, I can't be heard.
He doesn’t know what I need

If only you knew
how much I want to rush off into the distance
on the ship,
just float away in this trip

To the place where you left,
where you quietly sleep in my dreams,
to where my native place is,
which no longer exists.

To the place where I could go again,
to wear my wings and hide with you.

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