Тоже старенькая бродяжья песенка. Англиканец из меня как из рыбы зонтик, но все равно она мне нравится)

He seeks his goals
And wastes his mind by dreams
He changes religions every day
And every hour – the role he plays
He lost his world like Little Prince
But planted garden with bean seeds

    He’ll never play your game
    You’ll never be the host of his
    Forgotten soul and fate
    And you can stay in paradise
    When he’ll find his gate

He’s burning heart in lonely night
But you don’t see his flame
It was so far and long ago
When he have chosen his way
And only wind and sun can tell
All truth about his name

    He’ll never play your game
    You’ll never be the host of his
    Forgotten soul and fate
    And you can stay in paradise
    When he’ll find his gate

So many asked: - Where is your home?
Stay here, with us, today!
- My home is closer then your door,
But more far, then my death.
And now you hear his leaving steps
And he don’t care your prayers

    He’ll never play your game
    You’ll never be the host of his
    Forgotten soul and fate
    And you can stay in paradise
    When he’ll find his gate