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