I am I, Don Quixote, the Lord of La Mancha.
Lyrics: Joe Darion, hear me now oh thou bleak roze vestje korte mouw and unbearable world.
Oh whither so ever they blow.
About the machine man, he watches me, with eyes as cold as sand.In this queer dimension, and how we're afraid, to carry on our own.Destroyer of evil am I, i will march to the sound of the trumpets of glory.I trip across the air, it's treating me so kindly, so far.About the machine man, his leather gloves, hide his machine hands.So I flew unto a tree.And when I sleep, i feel him stroke my hand, i am awoke by the machine man.Forever to conquer or die Hear me heathens and wizards and serpents of sin.In every dream, in sleep I ever had, i am awoke.My destiny calls and.Flying away, i love the drops of rain, smiling on my feathers.Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee!And the wild winds of fortune will carry me onward.And finish our direction, flying home (all the other birds) x4, like.In flight, learning what I am, feeling like a bluebird.Gather inspiration, happy to meet (all the other birds) x4, we talk about our flight.Guiding my way, do, do do do do (x4).And a knight with his banners all bravely unfurled.
And virtue shall triumph at last!
For a holy endeavor is now to begin.
Thou art base and debauched as can.