Seen sometimes countrymen of mine
face blank in a buss, minds lost in a fuss.
Where are the smiles of a fooling clown
nor drunk neither high, heads upside down.

When I touch your hair all of that despair
falls down like the leaves of freezing trees.
Is it just my mind playing tricks on me
reflecting my thoughts as reality

in this land of unhappy people...

Climbing up, falling down.
There's a price for a crown.
Even though you're not near,
know that you're always here.