The nights are clear and bright.
The stars are beautiful.

A lonely rambler walking in the night,
he don´t now where to go
or why.
His steps echoes in the night,
when he going on the ground.

This night
it´s a cold night.
He dont feel the cold
he follow a dream,
a dream of a warm home,

Suddenly he se a lightness from the sky,
he hear a voice,
a voice he once loved,
he looks up and see his loved wife that had passed away years ago.
He extends his hand, trying to reach her
and beging her to take him with her.

Now our lonely rambler dosn´t live any more.
In the morning they find his cold and dead body beside the road.
But I now he died happy, he had a smile on his face....