My brother Jan was just a traveller.
He turned away his home and his land.
He left all that, he was happy
as long as he could just play his guitar.
Our childhood home is so simple and grey,
heart becomes heavy and songless here.
I understand how happy
my travelling brother Jan is.
My brother Jan just wanted to dance.
On the road there dancing is a way to work.
That's why he left, to get to play his guitar,
that's what he told me one night.
Here worries weigh down my feet,
that's why my steps are always so heavy.
I understand how happy
my travelling brother Jan is.
My brother Jan was a cheerful lad,
he could charm any girl from here and there.
No matter where his road took him,
he had a friend everywhere.
I do not trust in love or pretty girls,
my one and only love betrayed me.
I understand, haw happy
my travelling brother Jan is.
But...
My brother Jan came back to home at last,
but the years had left their marks.
It was almost like he had sung all his songs away,
like they died there in the stormy winds of the world.
Our childhood home was still the safest place to be.
It might be simple, but it is not loveless.
I understood that, I was happy,
but my brother Jan was not.