Bluey the boy
Who will never get old
He lives in the clouds
Never cares about the passing times

Playing with his wingless kites
Tracing down the cold dark nights
Bathing in the rays of sun
Making jokes, oh it's so fun

Springless years
It never rains
Still loves every day he lives
Loving good ones, stealing thieves

Bluey don't you grow up please
Hopeful days will come my way
When I figure out that you're okay
They always sing it's not today.

I cut down my roses
Before someone could take them
I cultivate my fields
After the storm had destroyed them.

And sometimes I play around,
Like the wind in winter times,
Or in the driest deserts and flattest fields,
I let my tears run down my face

I like to free myself sometimes,
Before getting back to sleepless nights,
And I hope that you can do it too,
I know it's not just all on you.

I'm quite neurotic,
I'm so unsure about everything,
You are the only exception.

You, You,
Terrible You.

Seek Your fortune,
No one will notice,
Rip the fruit off
Of the wrong branches.

Or sit under the tree,
For the rest of Your life,
Wait for other people,
To commit Your 'crime'

Witness how they live Your dreams,
While You wait for other opportunities,
And beware of the wrong fruit,
Do not pick one too soon,

But don't wait around,
And sit still forever,
When the stars align,
They never stay together.

There are clouds under the shining Moon,
For me, they look like mountains.

Everyone is better
Here I go, the latter
Their names are painted with gold
As for my story,
It will never be told,

Everyone is brighter,
And they are always higher,
Their pictures are framed
And hang in the hall of fame
That I will never enter.

I wish I could see what they see
I wish I could feel what they feel
I wish I could be proud of myself
Know what they think but can't tell
'Cause I am just a corner behind an old chair.