Текст песни габриэль идальго - Странник

His face is contorted with a grimace of pain
He's lonely, doesn't look anyone in the eye
Year after year, he craves willpower,
In tear-stained eyes, the sky is solid.

The cold winter wind will sweep the roads
The big sun will fall early on the horizon.
When the snow melts it will close the windows
He will put out the light everywhere, forget the umbrella at home.

Soaked in the rain, she doesn't know where to keep warm
He found shelter in the woods under the white light of the stars,
He really disliked being pitied
And turned his face up at the sight of someone's tears.

He never looks for a home
It is easy for him among the fields,
Homesickness is not familiar
He does not sleep at the door.

Resting under the hot sun
Looks at the feathers of the clouds.
Dying a happy death
Thanks the gods.