the little boy tried his luck
he escaped from the path and with nothing else but his will, he was growing fast
he learned from the nature his heart never stops he never quits asking and he's growing fast
his toughts are light like the moonshine and the wind carries them around, he is king of the world and he's fighting along with great heroes
and the night slowly came, and his eyelids full of led, goodbye my little angel, sleep tight let the magic begin , flowers and whispers will take you to the queen ,sleep tight don't open your eyes because the day will soon make its way and the dream will be over
the blonde little boy grew into a man and the dream was memories away. he is working hard now and he lost all his charm, he is struggling trough life and his queen is fat and drunk
he's poor and he's miserable, he wishes that this will end, he has noone beside him who can understand. his coworkers seem happy, healthy and clean, they all have goals in life and beautiful gentle queens.
as he is getting old, isolation started to grow, he drew disperation in every sight he took, and suddenly he shouted and the light found his way back into his glorious blue eyes, an evil smile began to shine.
the capitalist pigs took my will, and i was just a slave, i did well when they told me how to live, how to be happy and how to be sad till i'm dead
but i remember the days when my mother took care of me, and i was dancing, as glaze of lights were touching my hair, and i was happy just to breath the fat and green weed, that was growing just like me. but the chill wind is blowing and will soon spread my ashes as i have lived until i was fed of growing old.
