I want to go everywhere,
I wish I were a gypsy;
I wouldn't have a home and name,
I'd go my own way.
I wish I were a south wind
To drown in the freedom,
I wish I were a running time
To rule the hurrying people.
I wish I were a sun or ground,
I wish I were a wave...
There is no happiness around
And days are all the same
For clouds, kings and rain.