Boy

on this gentle street, i, chewing a flavorless gum,
have my arms in these shackles called "morals"
baby passing by a crowd of people all with the same face

though it may be hard, i want to cast off this destitution
looking at the hurrying figures, the outcast mocks them

sunday quietly, too apathetic, unable to laugh
myself i put my hand to my heart, that day

and the door opened slightly, could I escape from there?
in this cramped basement, im going crazy, going crazy
grasping tightly to a small hope, the boy believed...
beyond anyone's voice,past anyone's dreams he would rebel, rebel

an unrecognizebale guy, wearing a very expensive neck chain
"it doesnt fit you at all", he averts his eyes, and brushes past them

one day in the languid tobacco smoke he vomitted
someday i want to be myself

and the door surely opened
i won't look back
this dirty paradise has lost its heart, lost its heart
like his small confusion had been erased, the boy sang out
beyond anyone's pretentions, beyond anyone's words, he would doubt, doubt

and the door opened slightly, could i escape from there?
in this cramped basement, im going crazy, going crazy
repeating this small prayer, the boy believed..
beyond anyone's voice, past anyone's dreams, he would rebel, rebel
rebel, rebel.. Boy!


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