Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
Nobody knows but Jesus
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
He was always singing this one
Eyes leads half-closed, all alone, softly
Nobody knows but Jesus
Looking for a human or divine cause
He was always singing this one
I'm looking for a sky, the saints make me feel pain*)
Oh yes my Lord
He was telling me, halfheartedly
Oh yes my Lord
In the meantime I grow myself wings
Oh yes my Lord
In artificial heavens
Oh yes my Lord
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
On his cloud like a Zeus
Looking for a human or divine cause
He was always singing that song
Yesterday he died, fed up or neurosis
From a killer overdose
He was smiling, his eyes leads half-closed
The hands on his chest