I was in school a hero, I studied for five
I knew the letters, was fond of repeating
I looked at the book as a cipher, I tried to learn
What is spring
Only once I tried to set fire to the school
Yes, the teacher found out, threw the matches into the furnace
I wanted to fire and heat, I could not wait any longer
When will it be spring
Here already it was dark, and gave the teacher a call
I quickly ran away from school in all haste
He came after me, so I did not find out
When will it be spring
In the warm puddle a briefcase, and I had a black eye
Ah, the teacher is cunning - he held me
I tore up the book, you can count on me
Just know, you won't get far from me.