When I was four or like that My father took me by the hand We came to a tower above the town First climbed up and then looked down He said: Look, there are things that make it fine The sun, a smile, a dandelion And there are things that cut your breath Blindness, fear and, of course, death There are those who chase their dreams And folks who don’t know what it means There are those who don’t know why And those who don’t know when There are those who put their hopes In golden-silver envelopes Lock them in a drawer and we call them 21st-century men You smell like fish Take a rest And choose your qualities Before your wish To be the best Becomes bestiality Now listen, keep these words for life Stay TRUE in your daily strife Your deeds must grow from virtues With roots in your heart Side by side and hand in hand Yeah, that’s the thing to understand To kill the weeds you must find the seeds That‘s where the trouble starts That’s right, people always boasted But now they boast that they’re exhausted Hey, ain’t you find it weird In a fishy kind-of-way? Well I don‘t say I’m the one to judge But I’ve got a bit of human touch So come on! Let me be your friend who saves the day You smell like fish Take a rest And choose your qualities Before your wish To be the best Becomes bestiality