Fernweh

I've been missing places I haven't been before,

Right from the morning,

I have imagined myself,

Walking amidst the misty, cloudy, cobble stone roads of a mountain town,

Where time seems to stop,

To the snow-clad mountains of the north,

That call me in whispers,

Then to the rocks of the east,

Waiting for me to arrive,

With all my baggage,

And leave my heart,

Everywhere.

I've been missing you too,

And I wish you were here.