Ich lass mich treiben, geh mit dem Wind,. Überbrücke die Zeit, dank der noch nichts verkommen ist,. Ich treibe weiter, segel bestimmt schon seit paar Jahren,.
Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind. A restless wind that yearns to wonder. And I was born the next of kin. The next of kin to the wayward wind.. In a lonely shack by a railroad track.
Oh the wayward wind is a restless wind a restless wind that yearns to wonder. And I was born the next of kin the next of kin to the wayward wind. . In a lonely shack by a railroad track I spent my younger days.