the traveller

• iste sarkinin sozleri:
  
  in from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon,
  shadows on the road, dancing and a-weaving like a crazy fool.
  a horseman is coming, death in his heart, for a rendez-vous,
  and where the traveller goes, nobody knows,
  where the traveller goes, nobody knows....
  
  a candle in the night, fear on every face when he goes inside
  (maybe he's on the run?)
  get back from the bar! a stranger in town is a dangerous sight
  (maybe he's got a gun?)
  "bring a bottle of whisky, ladlord, i wanna talk for a while."
  and where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows,
  oh, where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows....
  
  there is something in his eyes, something in his hands,
  you can almost smell his revenge!
  and whoever he is after, it will be disaster:
  this man is gonna take him to the very end....
  
  well, the landlord he trembled, staring at a face he'd seen somewhere before.
  (you laid him in the ground)
  suddenly remembers a killing, yes, a murder, many years before.
  ('twas you that shot him down)
  he said to a boy: "saddle me the black, i'll meet you down below.
  with this man i must talk, yes with this traveller i'll go,
  with this man i must talk, yes with him i must go."
  
  there is something in his eyes, something in his hands,
  i can almost smell his revenge!
  and it's me that he's after, it will be disaster:
  this man is gonna take me to the very end....
  
  and they were never seen again!