Dear father are you proud of me
As the good shepherd of the sheep it is
Your precious tuitions I preserved
As the biggest wealth taken by my hand

Poor mother are you cryin’ for me
I wish your clouds they soon will disappear
For so long I’ve tried to understand
Your privative rules against my plans

But now I’ve grown, so far from home
And all alone, tryin’ to carry on
I regret when turn my head
So close to me, my dearest friends.

I am getting slowly crazy
And I can’t keep on this way
I get angry with no reason
Then I hurt everyone in my way
It’s gonna have to take pressing measures, you bet
Or if I wont, soon I’ll become irremediably (crazy)
My restlessness wont left me and I’m growin’ mad
And till’ the end I’ll keep it under my skin

I am getting slowly crazy
And it seems that I can’t complain
Now the hours pass so slowly
And I feel sadness in the air
Can somebody takes me from the rise of this wave
Or I’ll pick all my baggage and then I’ll leave the stage
Is there any reasons for give me one more chance?
And so my head, it could rest with no pain

I’d have to take everything less seriously
Or my anger’ll keep me from survive (from survive)
For tonight I’ll have whiskey 'till seven
Might tomorrow I’ll find my time

I am crazy about this melody
I am lazy, can you help me please
Can you heal my disease

I am getting slowly crazy
And I can’t keep on this way
I get angry with no reason
Then I hurt everyone in my way
It’s the last row that I make, I wish you will comprehend
Then tomorrow you sure never hear me again
But now I wanna shout because I’m gettin’ maaaaaaaaaad…

And till the end I’ll go on as I can.

I think someone is weaving a spell
Turning cats into bells
The air’s smelling of greedy passion
Dressing colored fashion, fashion, fashion, fashion

A lake on my right, I see no light
So I can’t well write

A river of words flowing across to the sea
It’s for me, are you blind, can’t you see, it’s for me
She says stop, down the road new blood

I’m so far from home
You can’t understand what I say

Through the night cars are riding
And my fight and I
We are still all alone
Lights are on and off, off, off, off
(I feel a vibration)

Thousands of lamps with no light in the night
Another stop…and here goes smog

I’ll write till I reach my home, I’m sure,
The glasses on my head
But now in my head it’s singin’ my song
Now in my head it’s singin’ my song
Now in my head it’s singin’ my song
So I stop, yes I stop

I’m so far from home
You can’t understand what I say

I think someone is weaving a spell
Turning cats into bells
The air’s smelling of greedy passion
Dressing colored fashion, fashion, fashion, fashion.