Sanoja: Frank Black. 1826.

I'm going away
I'm going far away
I'm going further than the land that meets the sky

And I won't rest
Until I'm very far
I'll walk for many days and walk through many nights
I leave today

I smell the death
I smell it very near
I'm going away before that death is coming here

I hear a sound
I hear my enemies
I hear them getting louder, louder everyday
My enemies

I'll run and run
And I won't have a home
I don't know when I'll stop my running I don't know

Won?t have a friend
Won?t talk to anyone
Oh will I ever stop my running? I don't know

Oh I don't know
Oh will I ever know?
Will I ever stop my running? I don't know
Oh I don't know