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A long long time ago there was a weird king
Who loved to sit alone beside a mountain stream
He came there now and then. He played his violin
But every tune he played was blown with the wind
He never left his land. He never fought a war
His kingdom wasn't rich. His queen was beautiful

Nothing ever changed until the other day

I wanna be in a band
Playing fool, having fun
Singing songs of love
I guess it’s quite enough
I wanna live in luxury
Spending easy money
Buzzing in hotels
Ringing midnight bells

i am just a wind
a wind that blows
seven days a week

i'm just a wind
a lonesome
a lunatic

I’ve got no money, I’ve got no shoes
There’s nothing to die for, and nothing to lose
My living is easy, I’m quite satisfied
With present relation of evil and kind

I’m laughing at people who launch a career
Who’re sick of their lifestyle, who tremble with fear
They’d never be happy, they’d never be free

They broke my bones one by one
They put poison in my drink coz it turns em on
If only I was made out of clay
I just wouldn’t bother 'bout being naked

Wish I could cry without tears
Wish I could look in people’s eyes and see what’s underneath
Wish I could disappear for awhile

Nobody knows me
They only pretend
They call me a weirdo
I call them ‘friends’
They think I’m a looney
I think they’re fools. Dumb and useless

You say you know me

You think you’re a big fish but you’re not even close
You wait for a fortune to happen resting on your laurels

You think you’re immortal. You think you’re gonna be fine
But boy, take a look in the mirror. Here’s where your stupid lie ends

It's quite clear to me
You only see what people want you to see

You can call me silly or whatever you like
You can steal my thunder, you can grab another bite
You can burn my pictures until nothing remains
You can cut me into pieces, you can throw my stuff away

You can sell my soul and buy another pair of shoes
But don’t you ever tell me my Shangri La bothers you

Summer is over
Summer is over
So what is the colour
What is the colour
Of your fall
Of your faults

Seasons are changing

Each passing day
Kills me again
Every whispered word
So much hurts me

Lying on the floor
Tired of love
Lying on the ceiling

I don’t wanna speak Russian
I feel sick of this fashion
People look like each other
And it bothers, bothers

It’s a beautiful city
With no woods. What a pity!
You’ve got nothing to breathe