The Vagabond

[Verse 1]
I left my home when the winds had died down,
Took a backpack and guitar — nothing else, I swear.
In my pocket — some change for a ticket to Nowhere,
And in my head — crystal clear, not a frown.
On sidewalks, on sleepers, wherever the road,
I watch as the city lights dream their own show.
A pop star speeds by in a fancy limo —
And the gourmet bustle in caf;s below.

[Chorus]
Beat, drum, roar, bad weather,
I'll get through anyway — I'm used to pain.
Let them promise uneasy years together,
But I'll remain myself again.
Each blow — like a bullet, like a slap in the face,
But I stand up and walk once more.
In this drama, my fate finds its place —
As long as my heart has something to lose for.

[Verse 2]
I slept in train stations, in parks, on the ground,
Drank cheap rum with others just like me.
We're not heroes, just tired souls that abound,
We don't need someone else's track, you see.
Somewhere the medals have vanished for good,
The road without drums or fanfares — but mine.
All dramas are over, all roles understood —
How light and free without all that junk divine!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Ahead — no fire, no pier, no mooring,
Just asphalt and train whistles, nothing more.
Someone said: "You can't start from the morning,
You're already close to the end." But I'm sure
I'll drink the bitterness that life has poured,
Fire a farewell salvo from both sides.
Sail to the open sea, let the water embrace,
Leave the city without its last of the odd.

[Chorus - soft, fading]