I left for a journey, without a luggage,
It made no sense at that time to have it with me
so I’ve emptied my chest and started marching,
to fill myself along the way.
and in the strangest place I’ve met you,
and I’ve carried you,
and I carry you,
and I’ll carry you with me.
And I might regret it
– after a while
but I wouldn’t want to have it any other way.