Regardless of where this leads us,
The road at your fingertips.
And the story that we drag
We will rewrite it.
Regardless if we like it
A little a lot or not at all.
We will arrive anyway
In the end. Finally, I believe.
Regardless if we sow
The anger around ourselves,
Of the problem in these ideas,
Of regret or of joy.
We will arrive anyway
Tomorrow, another time.
Every road it's pain sufficient
When leaving is an accomplishment.
In the trains of goods,
A ticket for Bohemia
Still a few seats
And in the second class
We can put up our suitcases
On the docks of a stage
Regardless that they tell us
Words that trap us.
The good people that abide
Built their totem poles
Where the words stand still
In the heart of wind mills.
It may be that we sink,
We will arrive anyway
To exceed beyond the crisis.
We will write some poems there.
We will write some poems there.
Regardless of where this leads us,
The road at your fingertips.
And the story that we drag
We will rewrite it.