I wish all things to change to make more sense
So that they fit this very day
There is so much disordered in this world
Far far away from great happiness

So many sorry people do I find
They have no music, no swing
We should find a way to make them smile
And make them think that their hopes come true

Lonely Boy
Open eyes can realize
Hurry up
There's a way to paradise

Delight will be the main thing love will live
And people will be glad again
Look at this silent age, no war, no fear
No dread, no terror and loss of nerve

Lyrics: Matine
Music: Frank Mertens, Felix Lille

See: Lonely Boys