Million Mile Man - The Professor translation in German

Million Mile Man

From coast to coast he′s seen it all
Avoiding states with helmet laws
With eyes that pierced and knew the void
All have envied the Liminoid

Through blizzard cold, 20 below
His beard bombarded by the snow
Had frozen stiff and broken free
His only trim since '73

Insubordinate when he was discharged
From Vietnam, whole bodied yet scarred

Only the few had known his name
Was always humble though he died in fame
The postmodern Man doesn′t need a home
But the saddlebag and a stretch of road

He made his living on odd jobs
With his thousands of friends
Celebrity of biker spots
His road would have no end

Eight wrecks in a million miles
And he never held the blame
A man who lived far off the grid
His bike had earned his name

Miles Squire as he was called
Million Miles, as known to all

His brain had caught him though he rode fast
In Arizona he breathed his last

Only the few had known his name
Was always humble though he died in fame
The postmodern Man doesn't need a home
But the saddlebag and a stretch of road

Million Meilen Mann

Von Küste zu Küste hat er alles gesehen
Staaten mit Helmpflicht stets gemieden
Mit durchdringendem Blick, der das Nichts kannte
Alle beneideten den Liminoiden

Durch eisige Kälte, minus zwanzig Grad
Sein Bart vom Schnee attackiert
Er war steif gefroren doch brach sich frei
Sein letzter Schnitt seit '73

Unbotmäßig wurde er entlassen
Aus Vietnam, körperlich heil doch gezeichnet

Nur wenige kannten einst seinen Namen
Blieb bescheiden trotz spätem Ruhm
Der postmoderne Mann braucht kein Zuhause
Nur Satteltaschen und Straßenraum

Sein Leben fristet' er mit Gelegenheitsjobs
Tausende Freunde an seiner Hand
Berühmt in Biker-Kneipen
Seine Straße ohne Endverstand

Acht Mal stürzt' er in Millionen Meilen
Nie war's seine Schuld dabei
Ein Mann fernab der Zivilisation
Sein Bike trug seinen Namen treu

Miles Squire, wie man ihn nannte
Million Miles, wie alle sagen

Sein Verstand hielt mit dem Tempo stand
In Arizona ging sein letzter Atem

Nur wenige kannten einst seinen Namen
Blieb bescheiden trotz spätem Ruhm
Der postmoderne Mann braucht kein Zuhause
Nur Satteltaschen und Straßenraum