The Wanderer / Der Wanderer / O Andarilho / El Caminante

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It is the Wanderer’s who discover the unique and the new, the foreign and the unnoticed. They are the ones who travel across the World for no reason but to follow the urge in their heart and to pacify the restlessness in their soul.

Wanderer’s are refreshing different from the average. They view life in different way, a way that intensifies experiences and justifies randomness. They find beauty in the ugly and challenge traditional norms. They protest the typical and demand a life that is more magic.

Wanderer’s are misunderstood, victims of misrepresentation and misguided hate. They dream of books that have not been written, cities yet to be discovered, and lives to be lived. They see the beauty in the unknown and the trivial. They find meaning in life and inspire others to seek adventure and originality.

They are the leaders of the pack, the revolutionaries and the inspiration for the rest of us.

Maybe they are irresponsible and childish, maybe they are just restless dreamers who will not be satisfied unless they are exploring new territories and meeting new people. Maybe they are just childish fools who refuse to grow up and accept the monotony of daily life.

Oh well, I’m the type of guy who will never settle down

Where pretty girls are, well you know that I’m around

I kiss ’em and I love’em ’cause to me they’re all the same

I hug ’em and I squeeze ’em they don’t even know my name

They call me the wanderer, yeah the wanderer

I roam around-around-around

Oh well, there’s Flaca on my left and there’s Morena on my right

And Bini is the girl well, that I’ll be with tonight

And when she asks me which one I love the best

I tear open my shirt and I know a Mirelly on my chest

‘Cause I’m a wanderer, yeah the wanderer

I roam around-around-around

Oh well, I roam from town to town

I go through life without a care

And I’m as happy as a clown

A-with my two fists of iron, but I’m going nowhere,

I’m the type of guy that likes to roam around

I’m never in one place, I roam from town to town

And when I find myself I’m a-fallin’ for some girl

I hop right into that car of mine

I drive around the World

Yeah, I’m a wanderer, yeah the wanderer

I roam around-around-around

Oh yeah, I’m the type of guy that likes to roam around

I’m never in one place, I roam from town to town

And when I find myself a-fallin’ for some girl

I hop right into that car of mine

Drive around the World

‘Cause I’m a wanderer, yeah a wanderer

I roam around-around-around

‘Cause I’m a wanderer, yeah a wanderer

I roam around-around-around

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