Who I really am, son, I can't tell
Once I was a big city trader, oh well
But one day I left that crazy modern world behind
And I started to wander, whit one clear thing in mind...
A man into the wild, startin' a new life
A Man into the wild, living a new life, yeah.
I don't write no poems, but I'm a post in a way
'Cause sometimes I lose myself in nature's true beaty
I have non disciples, non book, no rules
Maybe I'm a philosopher, or maybe I'm just a lonely fool...
A Man into the wild, startin' a new life...
A Man into the wild, livin' a new life, yeah.
Well, I don't draw no maps, but I'm a pathfinder
I've traveled long and for trough these beautiful lands
Never fired a one-shot rifle, but I'm a hunter brave
And I only kill them poor animals just to feed myself...
A Man into the wild, starting a new life...
A Man into the wild, chasing a new life, yeah.
Poet, vagabond, philosopher, and a lot of other thing
A free Man in a word, free from the shackles and the chains
Free from the hypocrisy all men like slaves
Gonna let this Wilderness be my cradle and my grave...
A Man into the wild, startin' a new life...
A Man into the wild, dreamin' a new life
Man into the wild, living a new life, a Man into the wild, chasin' a new life... Yeah
A man