You write your name on the walls,
You want to look like a tough guy,
But there is someone you miss
In your life, little Frank.
Your strongest feelings
Are buried, like treasures,
In dreams, when you fall asleep.
The corridors of the pension
They became your home.
There are blue spots of ink
In your life, little Frank.
But you fight in the yard,
But you fight for love.
Do not scream for help!
Chorus;
Do not cry,
You are the strongest.
You have to tighten
Your fists very strong.
She left when you turned ten,
Since then you ask:
"She comes back when?"
And you draw her face
Using the words of your age,
Sunday, when you are alone
In your life, little Frank.
There are all those who don't understand
And who make fun of you.
So sometimes you leave.
Chorus (x4)