Far,
where the clouds and the winds,
use to go.

Far,
where the ocean’s waves,
roll a shore.

Just from the east, right to the west,
and from the south into the north.
I’m gonna travel and see.
I’ll try to climb the mountains,
try to face the northern brise,
and beeing restless and free.

Gone,
like the birds,
when the winter appears.

Gone,
like the snow,
when the spring time comes near.

I’ll go to visit distant places,
gonna see some other people,
wanna meet new friends,
I wanna sing a song for every friendly hustler,
who comes by.
I wanna play my guitar.

Far,
where the clouds and the winds,
use to go.

Far,
where the ocean’s waves,
roll a shore.

Just from the east, right to the west,
and from the south into the north.
I’m gonna travel and see.
I’ll try to climb the mountains,
try to face the northern brise,
and beeing restless and free.