Samurai / Samurai
[Crosby]
Spirit son of a samurai, tilting at windmills
A misfit in this century
He was looking for a living to be proud of
He was driven before a dozen winds at once
Like a salmon jumping upstream
Without the fishes sense
Not to wonder, wonder, wonder
Well he was carrying his baggage
Chained to his feet, his weapon held across his eyes
He was looking for the light
He was looking for the light
Well he was the only one i met
On the road last night
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Spirito figlio di samurai, in lotta contro i mulini a vento
Un emarginato in questo secolo
Cercava una vita di cui essere orgoglioso
Sospinto da una dozzina di venti tutti insieme
Come un salmone che risale la corrente
Ma senza l’istinto del pesce
Non c’è da stupirsi, da stupirsi, da stupirsi
Portava il suo bagaglio
Incatenato ai piedi, la sua arma posata sugli occhi
Cercava la luce
Cercava la luce
Be’, è stato l'unico che ho incontrato
La scorsa notte sulla strada