The smell of your hair Became the smell of my skin After spending days here In the middle of nowhere Only the sound of the birds Sometimes the wind We didn't talk too much At first I took it badly But deep down that's a sign When people can easily deal With silence peacefully Looking for adventures Reasons for living Journey after journey I will know better about me Trying not to think About the end And possibly I'll never see you again It's hard to keep in mind The wonderful memories Shipshaped in a box of souvenirs Shipshaped in a box of souvenirs Even if it hurts To turn magic into tragedy Even if it hurts To turn magic into tragedy Even if it hurts To turn magic into tragedy Even if it hurts To turn magic into tragedy (To turn magic into tragedy) (To turn magic into tragedy)