Carry my soul

Nena, Nena, Nena Tereze

Nena, Nena, Nena Tereze…

Yeah, hey, ho, my name is Jimmy beep, beereeb, beeb, beeb

whatever you want to call me.

You know like the birds in the air, that’s how I wanna be free, free, free,

I’ve been trying all my life to break free,

it’s like a big bad fight that never ends, you know what I’m saying?

First I was a soldier, then I was a rebel, then a runaway

and I’ve been running ever since but it’s like everything is in my way,

everything, even my head, my body

A drop in the sea caused a flood quenching man’s drought,

you did it to me, to my thirsting heart with your tender touch.

Nena, Nena, Nena Tereze

Nena, Nena, Nena Tereze…

Yeah, like a drop in the sea, that’s how I feel sometimes,

like I’m stuck in the traffic or something.

But I wasn’t gonna let that be, I made a plan, I worked hard,

I had a TV, I had a car, I had a house,

I was a man with a job, you know.

You know, I had all those things, but I broke down one day

and I lost it all, I came rolling down that mountain

A pencil in the hands of almighty love where the ink won’t dry

is writing the names of poor men dying in his angel’s arms

Nena, Nena, Nena Tereze

Nena, Nena, Nena Tereze…

Yeah, I lost it all and like magic I was free.

When no one spoke to me, when no one cared for me,

that’s the day I started singing this song and this is how it goes:

Carry my soul, carry my soul,

carry my soul, carry my soul,

carry my soul, carry my soul,

carry my soul, carry my soul…

Nena, Nena, Nena Tereze

Nena, Nena, Nena Tereze…

Yeah, that’s the song of the free.

I don’t want to fight no more, I feel we were made for something big…

My thirsting heart …

Just let the wind blow…

Blessed are the poor, oh, almighty love…

yeah, let the wind blow…