: [Refrain] Elle etait vagabonde vivait seule dans ce monde incomprise et rejetee Elle etait vagabonde orpheline de longue depuis toujours abandonnee
I've been walking down this railroad I've been laying on the tracks Yes and if I need this railroad I won't bring it back?? I got me a penny And a dirty
I lit my purest candle close to my window Hoping it would catch the eye Of any vagabond that passed it by And I waited in my lonely house Before he came
[Refrain] Elle etait vagabonde vivait seule dans ce monde incomprise et rejetee Elle etait vagabonde orpheline de longue depuis toujours abandonnee Ayant
Mama used to feed the Hobo?s now I?m a Hobo I?m a Hobo Mama used to feed ?em scraps and things now I eat scraps and things I eat scraps and things
Übersetzung: The Blue Dogs. Landstreicher.
Vagabonde, attends le jour, reste encore un moment. Une heure d'arret sur ton chemin, ne fera pas de moi ton amant. J'ai aime une fille de neige, quand
: Mother, I've gotta get out of here So I can save our family From this poverty And when I make my money I'll send it back to you Father, Give me strength
: Darling, I hate to see you so angry with the world If people want a piece of you Then they're missing something for themselves . Maybe it's selfish
: If you say this is pop, to be singing to a tune with a rhythm like this, would it be so unpopular for a singer like me to be bringing up the fact that
: Looking out at the emptiness of faces Makes me wonder what a wonder world this is Is this another generation lost in the darkness ? Everybody is someone
: He : All of me You found your way to all of me And, helplessly, I've fallen like a child Hopelessly, I'm hoping you're the one for me You comfort me
: They laugh at me and my life My life as a duck ; But I don't get worked up - It's my life as a duck You may think this is funny ; You may think I
: As a child with ocean eyes I smiled At a world existing just for me ; Without boxes, borders or boundaries I built dreams ; But like plastic building
: I lit my purest candle close to my window Hoping it would catch the eye Of any vagabond that passed it by And I waited in my lonely house Before he