I wander around the desert,
The sand in my face.
I feel as if deserted.
As i run around discraced.

Dont feel bad for me,
I feel bad enough.
I feel less than free,
And they tell me: Tough!

But i dont want to believe,
What they tell me is true.
So i hope one day i leave,
And only be with you.

It seems the world's against me,
Always putting me down,
But in the end i shall succeed,
And leave my simple hometown.