Vagabundear

When I feel like a slave,
hungry, weak, and tired.
Well, there, yes, I know I'll leave...

to very distant lands,
where there is no tomorrow,
nor terror, nor stupidity...

of those who day by day
are accumulating more and more,
stepping on you and stepping on me.

In this material jungle,
like it or not, you have to be
loving me and hating me.

(Wander!) And not be guilty of anything.
(Wander!) It's a good option.
(Wander!) When your life breaks in two.

People will tell me:
I'll only be a winner...
with sweat.