We, the few, would like to have a break in the last remaining silent paradise on earth



I've been given a ticket

But with no return

I got to tell everyone it's finally my turn



I got to pack all my stuff

Into a tiny box

All the choices will be tough But I won't take my clocks



Got too many emotions

I fear the “overload”

I don't want to pay for it... I don't want my back... bowed!



Now I’m leaving

Where I can

Draw my prayers

Into the Wild

Where I’ll be feeling

That I could

Built my own shelter

Into the Wild



I’m not a storyteller

But a dream(s) owner

I’ve not invented my fall and my kindness killers



I got a secret Ocean

Gotta protect it

A virgin space in between all my nervous heartbeats…



And I will seek my S.H.A.M.A.N.

No one will stop me

I will seek it everywhere even in the doomed fields…



Now I’m leaving

Where I can

Draw my prayers

Into the Wild

Where I’ll be feeling

That I could

Build my own shelters

IN – TO – THE – WILD



Where’s the field?

Where I can

Draw my prayers

Into the Wild

Where I’ll feel

That I can

Build my shelters

IN – TO – THE – WILD



Now I’m leaving

Where I can

Draw my prayers

Into the Wild

Where I’ll be feeling

That I could

Build my own shelters

IN – TO – THE – WILD



Name a place

Gimme one hour and I will be there