If I could wave my magic wand I'm not one to believe in magic Don't ask me Can't you see My temperature's rising I am made from the dust of the stars And the oceans flow in my veins Here I hide in the heart of the city Like a stranger coming out of the

And the desert that´s dry In a country town Where the map was found When the wagons leave the city For the forest and further on Painted wagon of the morning Dusty roads where they've gone Sometimes travelin´ through the darkness At the summer comin´

I breathe the air of freedom Everyone is doing their best to destroy it Simplicity's forgotten And we all drill the ground I stand free I refuse to be surrounded The stones and dust bite hostile Devours flesh and bone The weakest lost in hatred