When everybody's sleeping
I go downstairs
a jumper on my shoulders,
in the blue night....
A guitar in my heart,
strange things in my head
and on my face a bit
of ingenuity.
Chorus:
Wandering, wandering,
some saint will guide me,
I sold my shoes,
for a mile of freedom.
Alone, we don't live
I won't die without love,
wandering, I'm dreaming,
talking nonsense.
My legs move on their own,
ah ah ah...
the road seems like a river,
who knows where it will lead...
Not even you, girl
know how to stop my wandering*,
your eyes are
insincere.
{Chorus, twice}