On the worldmap, as the crow flies (ie, travelling in a straight line)
People say that you can win big
That one has heaven in a drop of water
Everyone wants (searches for) a good life (destiny?)
Life flows as water from between our hands
Joy, pain, our roadway
Travelling through life, without a trainticket
On the road
Loneliness, badness
Makes one dream of liberty
(Makes one) promise that one will not be bored...
...when he has it good (ie, when one is happy), you see
And the happiness that goes through us
For a simple piece of bread
If you are hungry, take mine
Even if this is not America
it sure looks alike.
Sometimes I long to be a bird
So I could spit from higher up
To see the houses and the fields
and turn my back upon them more easily
We will go sell our sacks of roses
We will take the morning train
On the walls there will be written
Justice, not revenge
On the road