I left from one end of the World;
I was too strong to bow
Amid clouds of dust, at the edge of the Earth -
And I walked all along the roads,
Chest held high in the streams;
Even if the wind listens to us
And the rain will soon fall...
What am I doing here?
I don't know -
I just wanted to stay straight.
What am I doing here?
I don't know -
I've been thinking of you for a thousand years.
So many nights beneath my eyelids,
So many forests cut down,
Even under the gunfire and iron,
I sold them nothing of myself -
Even when in the Schengen Zone,
They had no need of my skin.
What am I doing here?
I don't know -
I just wanted to stay straight.
What am I doing here?
I don't know -
I've been thinking of you for a thousand years.
Neither with their faith nor their fashion -
And to the earth we shall return;
I'm a barbarian with a street organ,
And I'll make their country rot -
And it's neither with the atomic bomb,
Nor with the Tour de France,
That they'll win me to their side,
Once my development is complete.
What am I doing here?
I don't know -
I just wanted to stay straight.
What am I doing here?
I don't know -
I've been thinking of you for a thousand years.