Many years ago a child was born in a cage filled with senseless scorn
and the first day he went to school he soon realized he had to do with fools.
All of the classmates had no doubts at all, he was a real danger for such brillian club.
So, after a while the teacher too began to cut him off from her cool classroom.
And the lawns were flowering in the magic springtime air
no one could ever imagine that the grey hand of despair
was about to take our hero in its arms and after that
the world wouldn't have been the same any longer, any more.
I remember that a little girl went on the swings
and the horizon was a legend flood with flaming rays.
Every echo, every whisper had a charming point to show off,
but a twist of fate laid in ambush in that enchanted world.
After some time the boy realized music was the only thing
able to drive his days to that shiny wonderland
he was dreaming about... in his battered bed.
So he started writing bizarre tunes,
months and years were passing under the fair moon,
while squirrels and fireflies scampered 'round
and the boy was setting his debut show for ìem, proud.
Then, one day, the lizard postman rang at the door bell,
finally an agreement came from a major
and you can easily imagine how happy the child was,
all his efforts went to get... such a glittering snappy award!
After a few years a bad sensation gained ground
was it just a nightmare or a merciless bell's sound?
He realized that all the members of his label had worn a mask
as in real they were the guys he met in the schooldays past.
So he kiled them all in a good mood,
then he got back to the magic wood.
Every night a song from the death row...
squirrels, fireflies and the young girl didn't let him alone
Singing "I'm not sorry, I'm not sorry at all"
while they're waiting with a tender smile their last dawn.
and the first day he went to school he soon realized he had to do with fools.
All of the classmates had no doubts at all, he was a real danger for such brillian club.
So, after a while the teacher too began to cut him off from her cool classroom.
And the lawns were flowering in the magic springtime air
no one could ever imagine that the grey hand of despair
was about to take our hero in its arms and after that
the world wouldn't have been the same any longer, any more.
I remember that a little girl went on the swings
and the horizon was a legend flood with flaming rays.
Every echo, every whisper had a charming point to show off,
but a twist of fate laid in ambush in that enchanted world.
After some time the boy realized music was the only thing
able to drive his days to that shiny wonderland
he was dreaming about... in his battered bed.
So he started writing bizarre tunes,
months and years were passing under the fair moon,
while squirrels and fireflies scampered 'round
and the boy was setting his debut show for ìem, proud.
Then, one day, the lizard postman rang at the door bell,
finally an agreement came from a major
and you can easily imagine how happy the child was,
all his efforts went to get... such a glittering snappy award!
After a few years a bad sensation gained ground
was it just a nightmare or a merciless bell's sound?
He realized that all the members of his label had worn a mask
as in real they were the guys he met in the schooldays past.
So he kiled them all in a good mood,
then he got back to the magic wood.
Every night a song from the death row...
squirrels, fireflies and the young girl didn't let him alone
Singing "I'm not sorry, I'm not sorry at all"
while they're waiting with a tender smile their last dawn.