An old man is walking on a road with no name He has chosen to leave behind him his old cane His bare feet will lead him to the far horizon With no pain he will climb tonight his Mount Zion
But he doesn't care. No he doesn't care For tonight he'll embrass the scent of the angels But he doesn't care. No he doesn't care Because in a last tear he has drawn his farewell
Yesterday had a taste of sharing and loving But his fate suddenly became out of control And before he had time to prepare his leaving Death had joined him to take him for a sad last stroll
But he doesn't care. No he doesn't care For he will not miss his ultimate appointment But he doesn't care. No he doesn't care His Lord has promised him an efficient treatment
He confined all his dreams into crystal marbles Willing to entrust them to his posterity Once relieved of his shell, relieved of his troubles He left them as a proof of pride and charity
But he doesn't care. No he doesn't care For his name will rhyme with a new joyful morning But he doesn't care. No he doesn't care For my song resonates in this day of mourning
