The Vagabond
Original: NOMADI Italy
best known version in the Album "Ché film la vita"
rip. and in hevently serenity to one of the best Italian Voices i ever have been proud to hear even if it was a CD.
I one day I´ll grow,
and in the sky of life I´ll fly ... fly fly
But a child what does know about the fact,
that ever azure can´t be the age.
Then, in an septembernight I waked up,
the wind on the skin,
on my body the glimmer from the stars;
and so who knows where my home had been,
and that litle child, that stormed into a courtyard, was
I, vagabond that I´m was,
vagabond that I´m not other,
monny in my pocket there not is,
but there above me is rested God;
I vagabond that I´m,
vagabond that I´m not other,
monny in my pocket there not is,
but there above me is rested God.
Yes, the street is still out there,
like desert that semed like a city to me.
But a child what does know about the fact,
that ever azure can´t be the age.
Then, in an september night I had gone,
while the fire of a cammin isn´t as warm like the morningsun,
and so who knows where my home had been,
and that litle child, that played into a courtyard,
I, vagabond that I was,
vagabond that I´m not other,
monny in my pocket there not is,
but there above me is rested God;
vagabond that I´m,
vagabond that I´m not other,
monny in my pocket there not is,
but there above me is rested God.
2014 SP1981