Tired traveler, taking off his shabby cloak,
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Sat down, afraid to suddenly lose consciousness.
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He wandered for so many years, knowing
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Freedom taste, losing their years.
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Quite gray-haired, broken and hungry,
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Eyes like the sky, kind, simple.
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He saw the world so huge with them,
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So beautiful and unique.
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His camisole is covered with gray road dust,
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There is fire in the soul, and moments in memory
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Bygone days and the image of a sweet maiden,
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Whose camp he squeezed in his arms.
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Probably yesterday. |
Whispered something in her ear,
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Gave her affection, tenderness, passion and joy.
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And he was happy, only again in the morning
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I had to leave, but my heart remained with her.
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His face was pierced by a cold wind,
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And the sun burned with bright light.
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He was loved by women and children,
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But their love did not keep him in place.
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He was called, beckoned by the Phoenix bird
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Somewhere far away, where everything is completely different.
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And again on the road without bread, without a penny
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To that wondrous land that is so tempting.
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Tired traveler on the loose
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Wandering around the white world.
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Nothing lasts forever on earth
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And he will leave, and we will remain
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Beautiful songs bright light
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So alluring and mysterious.
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He gives joy for hundreds of years.
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Perhaps he is the only one.
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He is too old, but he is bright as before
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In his hands, the sound of the guitar is born.
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Words are a river, words are like a warm wind,
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Caress the ear and heal wounds
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His past victories and defeats,
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His suffering dark moments,
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His love is an earthly incarnation
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And the heavy cross of universal charity.
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All this was wealth for him,
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Like God's gift, like a spark of hope,
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That he lived not in vain as a wandering musician,
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That it was not in vain that he sang these songs to the people.
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And he stood up proudly, silently.
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I put on a raincoat and set off on the road
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To meet death, or rather life.
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He walked towards her all the time little by little.
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And here is the final. |
His soul may
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Lives in me and gives me the opportunity
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Write poetry, appreciate your freedom,
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Appreciate love and what is so insignificant -
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This whole world that you live in
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All your feelings and experiences.
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Understand, finally, you will all die,
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And this wanderer will only say "Goodbye."
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Tired traveler on the loose
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Wandering around the white world.
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Nothing lasts forever on earth
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And he will leave, and we will remain
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Beautiful songs bright light
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So alluring and mysterious.
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He gives joy for hundreds of years.
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Perhaps he is the only one. |