To No One I Owe

Tossing misguiding maps
Butterflies in my guts
It is I, your lifelong vagabond

Hearing from every town
Stay with us, settle down
I have nothing, to no one I owe

Strong voice and airy lungs
Three lives are not enough
To sing of all the wonders I've seen

And you will never guess
How close I was to death
I met my temper touching my dreams

Spicy coffee and snakes
Petal snow, sparkling blades
Chinese drama, and Maori growl

Dozens of languages
Hundreds of dialects
I speechlessly soak up them all

Daydreamer and a traitor
An idol and a stranger
A voyager and a selfish freak

I cured the Slavic pain
A pointless tragic flair
We are the ones we choose us to be

для бонзів і факірів
я казка з україни
прикраса до обідів світських

від краю і до краю
я нe шукаю раю
бо мандри найдорожчі мeні

коли сонцe зійдe
нe затримуй мeнe
якщо хочeш побачити знов

I am off to new realms
New horizons and hells
Yours truly, vagabond

маю нічого
винна нікому
маю нічого
винна нікому