I have heard that there is one mad with pockets
Full of words and dreams which no one and never has fulfilled
And could not develop because in his mind there is emptiness
And inside of hope of those who has never decided anything.
They are still wrapped in cellophane and in a foil
And all these regrets hang as a burden which everyone has inside
And they think that this are perfect remedies from time
Because one day it is possible to move in another direction.
I have heard that that mad one is still around
And throws words out of megaphone which is switched off
And he will not give peace until every look hangs
In his pockets still full of rabbits and flowers.
And only now I realize that there is no one around
And that there is only what I think while I am looking around.
What I see is my reflection in the mirror,
Too tired to die on the back.
That mad one is me
Which would like to have a bigger hat
And a pair of more careful hands
Which will hide good even from people
A secret of that one who I am.
That if I had a bigger hat, I would keep you more far away from this world.
Among flowers and rabbits your secret doesn't matter for people.
Among flowers and rabbits people are afraid of me.
I have heard them laughing at a person and his weakness
Every time when for each his mistake he has lost his confidence.
Inside of that black cylinder he doesn't hide surprises any more.
Only what remains without a deceit and without expectations,
It seems, it is a bottomless well and there are no flowers to show.
Rabbits are shaking, they can not escape any more.
Then I look around.
My reflection has faded in the mirror,
Too tired to die on the back.
That mad one is me
Which would like to have a bigger hat
And a pair of more careful hands
Which will hide good even from people
A secret of that one who I am.
That if I had a bigger hat, I would keep you more far away from this world.
Among flowers and rabbits your secret doesn't matter for people.
You know who I am
That if I had a bigger hat, I would keep you more far away from this world.
Among flowers and rabbits your secret doesn't matter for people.
Among flowers and rabbits my secret doesn't matter for people.
Among flowers and rabbits they are afraid of me...