Uh, he doesn't know where he's going
But he does know that someday he will arrive!
Uh, he has no evil
And his friends believe that he will soon return.
br/>Life in the small village
Working on the land was beginning to wither away
And he left without suitcases
And with a head full of stories to invent
Uh, he doesn't know where he's going
But he does know that someday he will arrive!
Uh, he has no evil
And his friends believe that he will soon return
They have taught her to be brave to love her people well
To know when to listen
Now she speaks up now she is leaving home
She wants to see the world, make it yours
Uh, you don't know where you're going
And for now you've left everything behind
You know very well what it feels like when no one understands you
And you are out of place
Because the world is different and always seems absent
Just a weirdo who is only a few years old
He is accompanied by songs, the old recordings
That she kept in the attic
Her sister's record player with the wrongly tempered needle
It's still playing as she walks away
Uh, He doesn't know where he's going
But he does know that someday he'll arrive!
Uh, he doesn't know where he's going
But he's not going to forget where he comes from
Because It's all she has
While she learns to walk