Letra de The Wanderer

[Verse 1]
You've now entered the zone of a true rolling stone
A lost wanderer
Every place I go
I partially know
With no great detail
I just keep sailing away
To see another spot
Another day
Every location
Sparks a little sensation
But never makes me feel whole
Hence I've gotta go...
The Musician with no muse
Life with no rules
I travel, entertain, and amuse
Then I heard a voice and saw a spiritual beauty
That made these ever moving feet simply stop moving
She danced with a grace
And her beautiful face
Displayed the type of smile that made my journeys worthwhile
Now I see clearly
I need to have her near me
Approach for a toast while my heart beat barely
Estonia to Macedonia to Ancient Rome
I think I just discovered my home

[Chorus, translated]
I traveled, mother, I went to Tetovo to see Mirvet and to steal her eyes. I went to a wedding to play; I saw Mirvet, who danced beautifully, leading the dance line. My heart stopped beating. I married her and brought her home; I gaze at her eyes; I kiss her hand

[Verse 2]
I'm coming to you through a frigid storm
Through the crystallized particles where a blizzard's born
It isn't warm
And my spirits' torn
Though my actions are wholehearted
The crossroads of martyrs may be where this all started
She acknowledged me
Then set my spirit aglow
As she spoke in such an eloquent prose
Written on the weathered pages blessed by ancients
As majestic as pride tamed by patience
On many occasions
Prophetic equations explaining life's essence
Can't describe this feeling
I'm alive in her presence

[Chorus, translated]
I traveled, mother, I went to Tetovo to see Mirvet and to steal her eyes. I went to a wedding to play; I saw Mirvet, who danced beautifully, leading the dance line. My heart stopped beating. I married her and brought her home; I gaze at her eyes; I kiss her hand

[Verse 3]
I could see she could escape
Into the realms, I roam
She held her own
She spoke in some epiphany tones
Her presentations of revelations
Were a throne
She had built for me her man with the most precious of stones
We painted with a vast brush
Like every stroke was our last touch
Eternity had slipped past us
Concealed under sheets
Woven of bliss
Holding me close when she spoke to me this
Words I can't share
No, I won't dare
For fear of the reaction when desire hits air
Bright light ignites
Scaring dark with a spark
Moonlight unites with her lower back's arc
This feminine figure
With a silhouette story
This unbeknown glory
That unfolds before me
Estonia to Macedonia, to Ancient Rome
I know this woman's love is my home

[Chorus, translated]
I traveled, mother, I went to Tetovo to see Mirvet and to steal her eyes. I went to a wedding to play; I saw Mirvet, who danced beautifully, leading the dance line. My heart stopped beating. I married her and brought her home; I gaze at her eyes; I kiss her hand