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