One day I will grow up
And in the sky of life I will fly
But, a child who knows
Age cannot always be blue
Then, one night in September I woke up
The wind on my skin
The heat of the stars on my body
Who knows where my house was
And that child playing in a courtyard…
I, a wanderer who It's me
A wanderer who am nothing else
I don't have any money in my pocket
But up there I have God left
Yes, the road is still there
It seemed like a desert to me the city
But, a child who knows about it
The age cannot always be blue
Then, one night in September I went away
The fire of a fireplace
It's not as warm as the morning sun
Who knows where my house was
And that child playing in a courtyard...
I, a tramp who am I
A tramp that I am not other
I don't have any money in my pocket
But up there I have left...God!