I wish I were rich and could pay for love,
But we, the poor people, have another wealth,
Or so I was told when I chased the stars
And ended up believing I could live alone.

I wish I were tall as the mountains, or
As tiny as the smallest drops of dew,
And lay in hiding till the day woke up.
But here I am singing something close to a song.

Far away,
Where even the night can"t find me
I rain away,
Like the mist, like the wind, like the dawn
I disappear.

If only I could sing and play guitar,
I"d travel the whole world telling people to
Get rid of their homes and fly like birds;
In other words, something that I"d never do.

But I"m no prophet and no preacher, too,
My head and feet are bare and so is my heart.
When freedom was cheap, I sold mine for a song,
But echoing in my ears are regrets of the past.