onderweg

On the road, I'm a gypsy, on the road, I'm a child
Of the restless roads on four wheels, in good spirits
On four wheels, I want to escape, away from the narrow homeland
To the mountain land and the rocks, with a forest by the water
To the mountain land and the rocks, with a forest by the water

On the road, you're safe, under your car roof
You can yodel and sing in your rattling old car
On the road, you learn to forget, yesterday is far behind you
And no worries for tomorrow, on the road it's always now
No worries for tomorrow, on the road it's always now

You pass by cathedrals, and you're dazzled time and time again
By those brave dreams, by those builders of yore
And so you learn to trust blindly, to progress despite rough luck
Rather wave than curse, to the children along the way
Rather wave than curse, to the children along the way

And you walk through palaces with your head full of romance
But from hovels and ruins, there's plaintive music
Share your bread with fellow sufferers, so many grimy wanderers
Along the scorching hot roads, cities full of misery
Along the scorching hot roads, cities full of misery

On the road, in markets and squares, you find people, kind and hospitable
Who offer you sweet fruits with hands and feet, all sorts
And so you also find your beloved, with many years ahead
Of your tenderly beloved, you can never get enough
Of your tenderly beloved, you can never get enough

On the road, you're a nomad, bending smoothly, playful in spirit
Surrendering to grace, you become free and fearless
Because you clash with opponents, everything has its say
Learn to patiently endure, from oncoming traffic on the road
Patiently endure, from oncoming traffic on the road

Free from entrenched ideas, on the road you seize the day
You're a pilgrim your whole life, preferring to progress in zigzag
Hurry, hurry, extremely slowly, for the end goal is known
There's little to say about it, not exactly a happy ending
There's little to say about it, not exactly a happy ending

Once as a child, I left, without a route, map, or plan
On the road my whole life, what's the point of that
On the road, you don't ask questions, for how long and why
On the road, you're a gypsy, you travel on and don't look back
On the road, you're a gypsy, you travel on and don't look back

And you don't look back
And you don't look back
Don't look back
Don't look back
Don't look back