[ Compass of wanderers ]
Time has passed, the boy became a wandering musician.
He plays the music of free spirit.
He will travel like wind, travel like sea.
He will follow his feet unburdened.
The compass of the wanderer turns about.
From town to town. Friends, family and music.
And may meet in his town.. Someday somehow.
Like the wind that blows through it.
There is no promise.
Today is as today, as tomorrow is as tomorrow.
To the gentle sounds, the exciting sounds he travels.
時は経ち青年は流浪の音楽家となった。
奏でる音は「自由」。
風のように海のように 心の向くまま 足の向くまま。
放浪者の羅針盤は 回る。
街から街へ 仲間と家族と音楽と。
そしていつか生まれたあの街へ、あの人へと。
この風が届くように。
約束はしなかった、
今日が今日であるように、明日が明日である様に。
優しい音の鳴る方へ 楽しい音のなる方へ。