Whenever I see the wild bikes
That cross our villages
Coming from California
From Flanders or from Paris
whenever I see the flying sports cars
The fawn leather and the chromium
That cross my country
In metal and noise
Me, I'm thinking of the cavalry
Me, I'm thinking of the cavalry
When the storm goes away
When the heavy dust falls down
And as the country sinks
In sleep and boredom
Like in the epic movies
At the most critical moments
When all collapses in my life
When all seems compromised
Me, I'm hearing the cavalry
Me, I'm thinking of the cavalry
One day I'll hit the road
To elsewhere at all costs
I'll cross the night
To join the cavalry
I'll have at last all the courage
It will be my heritage
And I'll abolish the boredom
Through a new chivalry
Me, I'm thinking of the cavalry
Me, I'm thinking of the cavalry