With a bicycle through the desert,
With the bus through Vietnam.
We have been waiting for years
to set off.
Without a destination, without a program,
We are still here,
But soon we'll reach Pakistan.
With a sailboat to Japan,
On a donkey through Peru.
When I see approach paths
I think of taking a vacation.
I'm waiting for you, what are you waiting for?
When nothing goes here anymore,
Then let's meet in Pakistan.
Away, only away, far away...
Without homesickness, without home,
Without suitcase, without money.
We will reveal that
In our memoirs
Once around the world,
We are still here,
But soon we'll write you from Pakistan.