One day I will come back to walk among the ruins
Yes, I will come back oh, Erussel Baled, my asylum
Old wandering bird, in a gray stone

And under the pouring rain you told me, "go away"
And under the pouring rain, "go away"
Listening to you with my eyes closed
I thought back to the sea
Listening to you well
I saw the sea

One day I will return to the place where we lived
When there will be nothing left of our old grudges
Nothing left of the smell of your hair

And under the pouring rain you told me, "no, wait"
And under the pouring rain, "wait
I still hope that lightning
Will strike us as before"
I said, "no, listen, it will not strike
Will not strike us"

And under the pouring rain I left
Yes under the pouring rain I went
Towards dawn turning my back on you
Afraid to think about the January afternoon when we met

One day I will come back to walk among the ruins
Sure, I will retrace my steps
Yes, but not right away
To see the wandering bird of the anthracite stone
Old wandering bird in a gray stone
Old wandering bird in a gray stone

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