Vagabondo [English translation]

While people sleep,

I head downstairs,

a sweater over my shoulders,

out into the blue night.

A guitar in my heart,

strange things on my mind—

and upon my face a trace

of naivete.

Vagabond, vagabond—

the saints will guide me.

I sold my shoes,

for a mile of freedom.

Alone, you do not live—

I will not die without having loved.

Vagabond, I dream on, I ramble on.

The legs move by themselves—

the road seems like a river,

who knows where it leads?

Not even you, my girl,

know how to stop my journey—

your eyes are not

sincere.

Vagabond, vagabond—

the saints will guide me.

I sold my shoes,

for a mile of freedom.

Alone, you do not live—

I will not die without having loved.

Vagabond, I dream on, I ramble on.

Vagabond, vagabond—

the saints will guide me.

I sold my shoes,

for a mile of freedom.

Alone, you do not live—

I will not die without having loved.

Vagabond, I dream on, I ramble on.

• Artist:Gianni Morandi
• Album:Gianni Morandi (1970) Gianni sette