« The strange indian» Rainy days have locked up my soul A misty idea prevents me from knowing Where is my place of birth And who I am in the great living earth Am I the shadow of a cranky crag Or perhaps the stranger who never lets any tracks ? I come through your life everytime I shun My days turning into the boring breathing But it’s always too late when I realize That my dreams choke in the sweet slow time Somewhere else is too close to here And when it’s too far I already want to leave It’s as if I was trapped in the universe Of better and worse which leads nowhere To understand that anyone wants a stranger In his desire of freedom and sharing I will run away once again To find the wisdom in the great spirit’s soul Eiia eiia eiia… The strange is becoming real And the dreams stay strong I will find I will find I will my peace In the great spirit’s soul