Many years ago a child was born in a cage filled with senseless scorn and the first day he went to school he soon realized he had to do with fools. All of the classmates had no doubts at all, he was a real danger for such brillian club. So, after a while the teacher too began to cut him off from her cool classroom. And the lawns were flowering in the magic springtime air no one could ever imagine that the grey hand of despair was about to take our hero in its arms and after that the world wouldn't have been the same any longer, any more. I remember that a little girl went on the swings and the horizon was a legend flood with flaming rays. Every echo, every whisper had a charming point to show off, but a twist of fate laid in ambush in that enchanted world. After some time the boy realized music was the only thing able to drive his days to that shiny wonderland he was dreaming about... in his battered bed. So he started writing bizarre tunes, months and years were passing under the fair moon, while squirrels and fireflies scampered 'round and the boy was setting his debut show for мem, proud. Then, one day, the lizard postman rang at the door bell, finally an agreement came from a major and you can easily imagine how happy the child was, all his efforts went to get... such a glittering snappy award! After a few years a bad sensation gained ground was it just a nightmare or a merciless bell's sound? He realized that all the members of his label had worn a mask as in real they were the guys he met in the schooldays past. So he kiled them all in a good mood, then he got back to the magic wood.
Every night a song from the death row... squirrels, fireflies and the young girl didn't let him alone Singing "I'm not sorry, I'm not sorry at all" while they're waiting with a tender smile their last dawn.