What's a point of being smooth and deep If you got no single chance to keep What you have earned for your life What now belongs to you When my lucky star abandon me Will I down to prayer on my knees? Or will I walk with head high And on my own two feet? If my lucky star abandom me
What's a point of being wild and free Howling in the night and bending trees And fight against the windmills Despite they wound you up Once a freeman now you're hard to sleep Since you felt it with your fingertips Only the river's living The sea is dead for all River's flowing but the sea is deep
Stars are wandering in your eyes of brown Though your time was up as sun was down
And days will separate us And miles and miles will make us Foreighners With the emptiness (inside) This emptiness is hungry Through continents and countries Hunting me And emending me Am I man I supposed to be? In the faraway land Are you still with me?...
Stars are wandering in your eyes of brown Though your time was up as sun was down