The world is mine.
Wherever I go
I throw roses to everybody.
The artist loves every marble ear that hear his words.
What does pain and misery mean to me?
Everything crashed with a bang:
I sing.
Such rises the great hymn of pain from a happy chest.
The world is mine.
Wherever I go
I throw roses to everybody.
The artist loves every marble ear that hear his words.
What does pain and misery mean to me?
Everything crashed with a bang:
I sing.
Such rises the great hymn of pain from a happy chest.