If I jumped out of a window
I'd do it in November
When the pavement is covered
With bleeding leaves
The children of the yard would run to see me
I would smile at them
I would smile at them for long
I would tell them:
-Kids, don't be afraid of anything
Neither of death, nor of school, nor of bad grades
I would tell them:
-Kids, if you could only know
None of this stuff matters
It doesn't matter...
It doesn't matter...