Donovan -[3]- To Try For The Sun

We stood in the windy city, the gypsy boy and I.
We slept on the breeze in the midnight, with the raindrop and tears in our eyes.
And who's going to be the one, to say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say I'm too young, for I'm going to try for the sun.

{non traduco, ché è troppo bello così}