I am looking back
And I see a trip bag,
Also I see the years past
Which flied very fast.
I image an old house
With his grey mouse.
I traveled even by airplane,
I was wasting time in train,
I saw a lot of places on my route,
They were, of course, and bad and good.
I want to return to home,
Because now I am so alone.
It is so sweet the homecoming!
And I am running
To my old house
With my grey mouse!