Here is a long time traveler story
Crow's feet, white hair coming back where his memories grew old
Cabane dans l'arbre et sarbacane
Tree house, blowgun, bikes
Plastic toys, withered dolls
Les souvenirs restent là où la vie s'en est allée
It seems that seven houses where born last year
And mailboxes grow up in swimming pool
Life goes on where body is gone away
Here is a long time traveler story
Crow's feet, white hair
He braved lions, cold and unfriendly sea
Draught and empty plates
But he knows when the sky turns red
Tomorrow will be a good day
Tomorrow will be a good day
But he knows when the sky turns red
Tomorrow will be a good day
Tomorrow will be a good day
Beyond the could there are mountains
Beyond the mountains there is home
As a lighthouse la belle étoile veille sur la vallée
Here is a long time traveler story
Crow's feet, white hair
But he knows when the sky turns red
Tomorrow will be a good day
Tomorrow will be a good day
But he knows when the sky turns red
Tomorrow will be a good day
Tomorrow will be a good day
Youthfulness remains where body is gone away
Youthfulness remains where body is gone away
Youthfulness remains where body is gone away
Youthfulness remains where body is gone away
