Текст песни
I left behind the country of my birth
The language that I spoke, the friends I had
I traded them for freedom and for worth
But sometimes I still wonder if I'm glad
The sun is setting on the city skyline
The traffic noise is like a distant roar
I walk the streets alone, without a deadline
A stranger in a land that's not my home
The sun is setting on the city skyline
The traffic noise is like a distant roar
I walk the streets alone, without a deadline
A stranger in a land that's not my home
