Verse 1
On the horizon the sun is winking, slowly waking a sleepy world,
The mist is falling, and drops of dew leave little traces on my world-worn bag.
The globe keeps turning in silent mystery, drawing lines for the days to come,
My compass, dreams packed in my backpack, while all the world is still half-asleep.
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Chorus
New faces, new voices — the whole world painted sky-blue,
Every custom brings a smile, let’s build some bridges, it’s what we should do.
When I’m travelling I learn people, and give my heart to every hand,
No book can teach what bare feet feel when walking through another land.
And the world grows a little closer, though every bread has a different taste,
We’re just dressed in other colors; in the sky storks draw their winding trace.
Life keeps slipping through our fingers, we chase excuses, feel something lack,
But we’re the ones who build the fences — we’ve got to live so life has taste.
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Verse 2
I’m lifting higher above the cloud line, the ground below starts to rearrange,
We’ll find new waters we’ve never sailed on, and lose a little of age along the way.
And suddenly I see one planet — all its differences make it shine,
My thoughts are running to the uncharted, every journey unlocks a door in time.
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Chorus
New faces, new voices — the whole world painted sky-blue,
Every custom brings a smile, let’s build some bridges, it’s what we should do.
When I’m travelling I learn people, and give my heart to every hand,
No book can teach what bare feet feel when walking through another land.
And the world grows a little closer, though every bread has a different taste,
We’re just dressed in other colors; in the sky storks draw their winding trace.
Life keeps slipping through our fingers, we chase excuses, feel something lack,
But we’re the ones who build the fences — we’ve got to live so life has taste.
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Verse 3
As we leave footprints across the countries, though sometimes home feels far away,
In narrow alleys we might get lost just to breathe the scents that make us stay.
From open windows and wooden shutters a burst of family laughter flows,
We wander slowly, glance around us, take in a brand-new breath where no one knows.
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Chorus
New faces, new voices — the whole world painted sky-blue,
Every custom brings a smile, let’s build some bridges, it’s what we should do.
When I’m travelling I learn people, and give my heart to every hand,
No book can teach what bare feet feel when walking through another land.
And the world grows a little closer, though every bread has a different taste,
We’re just dressed in other colors; in the sky storks draw their winding trace.
Life keeps slipping through our fingers, we chase excuses, feel something lack,
But we’re the ones who build the fences — we’ve got to live so life has taste.
