A serene road stretches ahead,
And gray clouds drift above.
I’ll wait just a little while yet,
Then go to «Nowhere».
There are no thoughts, no words spoken,
No one waits for me there.
Candles burn down quickly,
And the sky grows dim and bare.
A fog may suddenly veil
The distant horizon line.
But my star persists, so faithful,
And will guide me through time.
Along that serene road,
Past those gray clouds aloft,
We’ll meet for long years ahead
In endless «Nowhere».
I will go to Nowhere
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