Wandering guru of the sevens seas
ships and smoke, more and more each day
scrambled strangers turn the corners
scrambled strangers try to talk
alone, I am, the wandering guru
talk to me, you stranger
I'm so alone, I am so sure

The old green sea at my wandering feet
looking at the grey sky, I am
looking at the lonely ships
smelling the ugly smoke
in this underground place, I must be
and the fish swim freely in my mind
insanely and passionately

Wander, wander
and hide through the night in the corner
those old corners of those buildings
you wanderer in the wishful cemetary
you wanderer in the wasteful windy night
 
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