Mais voilà tu l’as dans la peau,
Mais voilà elle est tatouée là en dessous du coeur,
Mais voilà tu l’as dans la peau,
Mais voilà tu l’as dans la peau,
Mais voilà elle est tatouée là en dessous du coeur,
Mais voilà tu l’as dans la peau,
Mais voilà elle est tatouée là.

Here’s a story
For you all
You won’t believe it

That’s for sure
But I tell the truth

That stings my heart

Of gorgeous queen

And a lonesome bard

She fell in love with me

That’s how I almost

Became a king

I travelled far

My road was long

I played my lute
And sang my songs

Then one night
In walks a queen

Hair, dress, everything

She looked me with

Her pretty eyes
I’ve never seen

Such lovely smile

She danced until the dawn

That’s how I almost

Seized the throne

As soon as sun began to rise

King sent his royal spies

She could not resist my charms

She almost fell into my arms
I tell you all, I wouldn’t lie
I fled the scene in a nick of time

Still today I sing
How I almost
Became your king

I was born in a town

Northwest from here

Born as a prince
One day to be king
But my heart

Yearned for something more

So I gave up my throne

I am the wanderer

World is my way
I am the wanderer

There’s no place I’ll stay

I am the wanderer

I’ve always look
As far as eye can see

I am free
I am the wanderer

Since then
I’ve traveled far and wide

Never looking back
I’ve seen the wonders
Of the world
Mountains and caverns black

People often said
“You fool, you could’ve been a king”

But to me
It don’t mean a thing