Here is a man with his clothes soiled with earth It's been a long trip through strange lands His beard is long, eyes are tired There is no way to find our where he is Here is the man who looks so far away The lips that once kisses are now split Away from it all he still hopes to dare Would you say he's a commander? Here is a man who kenew true tenderness He pulls his gun in the grass with pale and trembling hands He shows no fear, despite the pain Would you say he's a commander? "Ever failed. No matter. Try again Fail again. Fail better", someone said His face lights up, again for a while Then the wind blows hard on the dusty trail Birds don't dare to sing to the southern stars Rain does not come down to stroke the night The river stops flowing through the black stones While he smiles fear had never left