I don't care where you came from
We're also passers by
I'll go up in the skies and say the same things
I bet you'll be there as well
I don't care who sent you, what do you want?
Nor if you're from another planet
We owe sadness and happiness
To a punk Guardian Angel
I've seen you at the weirdest and most beautiful places
Wherever I was holding a microphone you were there
With a cigarette or a glass on your hand
Somewhere deep, away from the scene
I saw you in Winter, on a tight worm place
and in Summer on some island
I saw you in a stadium on some small village
And in Athens in a big club
I saw you somewhere else, with many people packed together
And in a place with a few people around
I've seen you laughing, and angry at other times
And I liked it - word
I've heard you singing out loud and screaming
Breaking everything around you
I've seen you watching carefully
We've spoken so many times through our eyes
I've seen you patting my back and leaving
Some tears coming to your eyes and bowing your head
I was searching for you in the light, but you stay away from it as well
At the beginning I thought that you were also hiding something
Many went crazy for you
They thought you were some lost person or a cop
Now I know wherever Low Bap happens to be
Has a punk Guardian Angel
I don't care where you came from
We're also passers by
I'll go up in the skies and say the same things
I bet you'll be there as well
I don't care who sent you, what do you want?
Nor if you're from another planet
We owe sadness and happiness
To a punk Guardian Angel
I haven't seen you wanting to be heard above the rest
But I'm guessing you're good with words
You don't get mad without a reason and if you get
Then you cool down again and touch the wall
I'm suspecting which song you enjoy
And I feel you always listen to "Oneirologio" 1
Great, another crazy journeyman
That his life is a Low Bap journey
There are friends that never pay
While you probably pay for a ticket
There are these guys that had no honour
Tell me, which torture you'd pick for them?
There are some others, not so tired
Remind me of kids in the class
In the front rows there are the good ones, the ones who read
And behind the ones that are somewhere else and also the cool ones
They told me that when times were hard you were asking about me
I laughed, my soul was happy
I told them to find you but your trails were missing
Someone told them that the punk went missing
But I know, the next time
When I'll search, from the stage, on a corner
On the last row I bet that you'll be there once again
I don't care where you came from
We're also passers by
I'll go up in the skies and say the same things
I bet you'll be there as well
I don't care who sent you, what do you want?
Nor if you're from another planet
We owe sadness and happiness
To a punk Guardian Angel
1. Another song of the same group