Testo International Landscapes

And that’s it always like,
It’s neither north, nor south.
The sure line ends too fast,
We never learn to travel.

You said it at the sun,
It’s never north nor south.
The summer ends too fast, It’s no time to recover.

It could be okay at the end of my mind,
It could be okay at the end of my mind,
It could be okay at the end of my mind,
It would be okay if the end of my world
Is neither north nor south,
It could be okay at the end of my mind,
It would be okay if the end of my world
Is neither north nor south,
It could be okay at the end of my mind,
It would be okay if the end of my world,
We never learn to travel.