Mother ever told him "be kind on your seat And learn everything from the teacher, listen and repeat Just look how people do, and simply do the same" He heard it all nights, speaking in his dreams As the silent gardener patiently sowing his seeds "Just look how people do, simply do the same" There's no real reward in this stupid game.
Then his life has become souvenirs and relics He became a reasonable man, and stopped any tricks But this day he saw the stars falling down to town But whom is he supposed to talk to now?
"But I saw it shining Illuminating the land without hiding Like a failure of a late sun" How to make himself heard By typewriters struck by bugs About an snowman of late summer An snowman in late late summer
Fortunately, the bottle, so punctual, so faithful Helped him to hold out in the face of too many many doors From the observatory to the social insurance premises Then he lost all his days, so she was still speaking And the silent gardener was slowly collecting He just admits defeat, and must bear the blame Of putting fingers in a stupid game.