Tell the wind, oh wanderer, Tell him of your ever-restless heart. Tell the moon of the silent voice, The voice of the wild and the free. Tell me ...
How it always calls you! How it never lets you go! How it pulls at your soul! Is this what freedom really means? You've fought countless battles, You've sailed endless seas, and still It leads ever onwards, But does it ever lead to peace?
To horizon and on, To your kingdom of lands unknown, To the sun and the stars in the night. Your journey will end When your days are forever done ...
Tell the sky, oh wanderer, Tell him of the hearts you've left in ruin. Tell the path of that distant place, The home that still cries after thee. Tell me ...
Will it always haunt you? Will it ever let you go? The guilt – will it leave you? Is this how freedom really feels?
You've had countless women, Will it ever be enough? The storms you have weathered? Will it ever bring you peace?
To horizon and on …
To the sky and beyond, To the depths of your beating heart, To a place where perhaps you will find What you're searching for You have left behind long ago ...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
