Tourist (?)
SOMETIMES (Sometimes) I act like a tourist in the city which gave me birth Lost and unexposed... a nomad Wandering on the streets Looking for a charm to catch my eye So I can get obsessed with it and I wish to see it again And again and again... Until it no longer catches my eye Until I can no longer seize its shine So I move on... In search of a new charm to enlighten my soul Sometimes... I act like a tourist in the city which gave me birth Wandering on the streets Looking for a new charm to catch my eye.