I was entitled to speak loud, to work so hard, to touch the ground,
To be ignorant, to be smart, to be so lovely in my art!
I had to hate this noisy crowd and see a smile in every cloud,
To be the One, to cry and cut, to find in soul spirit part.

And who are you? Why did you try to be the best, the perfect guy?...
But only stars have rule to shine, to be the dust in hands of mine...
And you will sing and kiss and pry and hide in curtain like a spy...
We"ll catch a flash in glass of vine, and put the Moon and Sun in line...