Marta Popovici

Lyrics

That day the wind was strong
Dancing on my face.
I felt I could really belong to a place,
Somewhere but not here.

Is this a battle, a race?
Maybe they're wrong,
There's nothing to chase here.

Closing my eyes I see
My face turning pale.
My brain, my hair, they're all turning grey,
How is this real?

Here and there, on the street, in the car, on a bench
In a shop, on a walk, in a trance follow me.
We will find answers to the things we believe in
Eventually.