He travels alone
And no-one forces him to be silent.
He sings the earth.
He sings the earth.
And it's a life without mystery
Which speaks for itself.
For whole days,
He sings the earth.
But he's alone.
One day,
Love
Left him, it went
To tour the other side
Of a city where there wasn't enough place
To park.
He travels alone
And no-one forces him to be silent.
He knows what he has to do.
He sings the earth.
He remains the only volunteer
And, since he has nothing more to do,
Stronger than a whole army,
He sings the earth
But he's alone.
One day,
Love
Left him, it went
To tour the other side
Of a city where there wasn't enough place
To park
And look, here's the miracle, in short:
It's then that his song is good
Because it's for the joy that (the earth) gives him
That he sings the earth