| In the middle of nowhere | |
| when we're looking for something | |
| then we raise our heads for the colour red | |
| I am too a spirit and a wonderer | |
| and I welcomed the dew as much as you did | |
| When we're looking for brushwood | |
| in the nearest neighbourhood | |
| then we follow the sky with the eye | |
| we search vegetation | |
| and surprised by the rain | |
| we're stumbling, tripping home again | |
| In the middle of nowhere | |
| when we're looking for something | |
| then we raise our heads for the colour red | |
| I am too a spirit and a walker | |
| and I welcomed the dew as much as you did | |
| We found the little man | |
| and his aeroplane | |
| but we never located the animal | |
| Examined the dirty ground | |
| like it never been done | |
| Modern exploring of 1991 |