Samurai
Spirit son of a samurai tilting at windmills
A misfit in this century
He was looking for a living to be proud of
Well, he was driven before a dozen winds at once
Like a salmon jumping upstream
Without the fishes sense
Not to wonder, wonder, wonder
Well, he was carrying his baggage
Chained to his feet his weapon held across his eyes
He was looking for the light
He was looking for the light
Well, he was the only one I met
On the road last night
Samurái
Espíritu hijo de un samurái luchando contra molinos de viento
Un inadaptado en este siglo
Buscaba una vida de la cual estar orgulloso
Bueno, era impulsado por una docena de vientos a la vez
Como un salmón saltando contra la corriente
Sin el sentido de los peces
Sin preguntarse, preguntarse, preguntarse
Bueno, llevaba su equipaje
Atado a sus pies su arma sostenida frente a sus ojos
Buscaba la luz
Buscaba la luz
Bueno, fue el único que conocí
En el camino anoche