Ninnananna

I walked by the riverbanks
in the cool breeze
of the last days of winter
and in the air, an old song played
and the tide danced running towards the sea
Sometimes travelers stop tired
and rest a little
in the company of a stranger
who knows where you'll fall asleep tonight
and who knows how you'll listen to this song
Maybe you're rocking to the sound of a train,
chasing the gypsy boy
with the backpack under the violin
and if you're lost
in some cold foreign land
I'll send you a lullaby
to feel closer to you
One day, guided by certain stars
we'll meet again
in some corner of a distant world,
in the slums, among musicians and outcasts
or on the paths where fairies run
And I pray to some God of travelers
that you have a few coins in your pocket
to spend tonight
and someone in bed
to warm away the winter
and a white angel
sitting by the window