You’re stuck, it’s a mess,
comfortably, in your sadness.
No one loves you, no one cares,
have no luck, no passion, no friend. Good old times happiness
seems too common to attract interest. You did well, superstar, look depressed talk depressed live depressed.

Shall we go, I’m ready.
The green valleys, the blue see,
are waiting.
We will dance in the moonlight,
skate on the streams of our new life.
Are you ready?
I think it’s time to go out, again.
I know you’ll like to love life, again.

Hear the birds, see the sun,
rising up on the horizon.
It’s amazing.
Will you stay in your sound sleep
and miss the best of their show? No.


I think it’s time to go out, again.
I know you’ll like to love life, again.