On a night I put my working boots on
A warm jacket and my old hat
ready for a walk till I touched a piece of heaven
With a bottle of whiskey and some piece of bread

I started walking late December
it was cold, cold, but clear night
after two days started the stormy weather
I kept on walking while I cried.

My face felt frozen because of the cold
my tears froze a second after they’d left my eyes
With an empty lighter that I’d stolen
I was closer to hell then to paradise

Drunk as hell I kept on walking
confident as I was to feel the sun
Kept on singing, kept on talking
kept on dreaming of the one

Last thing I know, I woke up in a little farmers house
I saw a boy and a girl, I guess both around seven
A lady walks towards me with some trousers
She touched my hand, and I touched heaven…