Il Vagabondo Stanco
Modena City Ramblers
The Tired Wanderer
They took me and used me and mocked and crushed me
They put me on display and tore me apart
They offended and insulted me and called me a traitor
And stole my dreams and certainties
They made me enlist and psychoanalyze
They locked me inside glass boxes
They made me wait and smile and buy
And sent me off with a kick in the back
Listen to me, mother
Forgive me, mother
I fought, I cursed, and I cried
But in the end, it's nothing
It's life
It's just life
I listened to mountains of stupid opinions
And billions of horrible songs
The same promises and the same words
In the same squares and demonstrations
They gave me advice and pats on the back
Called upon for good deeds
They took me aside and pulled me in the middle
And stuck flags on my back
Chorus
I lost flags and jobs
I lost countless opportunities
I lost battles and travel companions
Along with a few hundred elections
I have too many wounds and my legs are tired
I'm fed up and my feet are smoking
But there's a game to play and a wheel that starts again
And a wanderer knows he must keep going
Chorus
