Maybe you ask yourself sometimes,
why I'm so often standing alone at the window,
not listening to you,
blind for you and everyone else.
Why I'm walking through the streets,
sleeping with my eyes open.
In these moments I'm far away,
from here and from myself,
in another time.
I open my arms,
so the wind can carry me
until the ocean tide
brings me back to the shore.
No matter how beautiful a place may be,
how beautiful a house may be built.
None of these things has anything to do with you.
Not for love, not for wealth,
not for all the money in this world,
not for any treasure would I give my freedom,
would I give my place in heaven away.
And slowly I realize,
that I've never fallen asleep
in the same harbour,
in which I woke up the next day.
How many times have I tried?
How many times have I cursed it?
And it doesn't have anything to do with you.
Not for love, not for wealth,
not for all the money in this world,
not for any treasure would I give my freedom,
would I give my place in heaven away.
Not for love, not for wealth,
not for all the money in this world,
not for any treasure would I give my freedom,
on the streets of this world away.