Road dog, do you remember that trinket I wore around my neck
claiming it was a peace symbol?
Do you know who gave it to me?
It was a hippie who passed away
Hippie, tell me where are the beatnik and one of them punks and skinheads,
Heavy metal, heavy darks, mohawks, free spirits,
graffiti gangs emerged
If in life there are so many ideas and sects, beliefs, and gangs,
Philosophies, crazy-people religions and anarchist oppositions,
Crazy wisemen, feebles and dreamers
I'll get my bundle of clothes
You know, I'm one of these crazy men of the road
I have got nothing to do with anything, I'm going for a walk
My flip-flops are (made of) tires
I'm sitting here by the roadside
Making a small campfire
Rolling a joint
Writing these lines
Watching the truck as it goes by
Road dog, do you remember that trinket I wore around my neck
claiming it was a peace symbol?
Do you know who gave it to me?
It was a hippie who passed away
Please Freud, explain my hallucinating moment
The paths are so long to this so-called happiness
Illusion is dressed in mysteries and vanities
Hippie, tell me where are the beatnik and one of them punks and skinheads,
Heavy metal, heavy darks, mohawks, free spirits,
graffiti gangs emerged
If in life there are so many ideas and sects, beliefs, and gangs,
Philosophies, crazy-people religions and anarchist oppositions,
Crazy wisemen, feebles and dreamers
I'm sitting here by the roadside
Making a small campfire
Rolling a joint
Writing these lines
Watching the truck as it goes by
Watching the truck as it goes by
Road dog, do you remember that trinket I wore around my neck
claiming it was a peace symbol?
Do you know who gave it to me?
It was a hippie who passed away.