De Carton Piedra

It was glory dressed in tulle
With a distant and blue gaze
Smiling in a shop window
With a small and garnet mouth

And some patent leather shoes
That sparkled in the sun's touch
Clean and pretty, always fashionable
Dressed up as if for a wedding
And I would go see her all the time
Because I loved that woman
Made of cardboard stone
From Saint Stephen to Christmas
Between sales and novelties
She made my sidewalk more tender
Aaaaaaaaaaaahh...

She wasn't like those April dolls
That scratched me head-on and sideways
That sent innocence to hell!!
That ripped out my illusion completely
No, she waited in her showcase
To see me turn that corner
Like a bride
Like a medieval maiden
Begging me to set her free
Let's run away to write history

With a stone I broke the glass
And I ran, I ran with her to my doorstep
Her whole body trembled in my arms
The May moon smiled at us
Under the rain we danced a waltz
One, two, three, one, two, three, nothing else mattered
And I talked to her about our future
And she cried silently, I swear!!!
And between four walls and a ceiling
She burst against her chest
Sorrow after sorrow
I held the universe in my hands
And we turned the past into a verse
Lost within a poem

(spoken part)
And then, they arrived, they pushed me out of my house
And locked me up in these four white walls
Where they come to see me, soooome friends
From month to month
Two by two
And from three to six
Because crazy people
Must be well locked up
Because they are a danger to society
And to the mental status quo

Because the crazy ones
Because the crazy ones
We can still build images in the sky
We can still be moved by the light of a smile
We can still write cheesy songs and say I love you
Because there are many crazy people who still believe in utopia
And go out to marches and demonstrations against dictatorships
And oppressors
That's why I like being among so many damn crazy people with.........e
Damn!
I like being with crazy people because they really get to me
I really don't give a f...k about overly sane guys, the sane ones
Those who say why should we do such and such if everything is already lost
They can go to h...l, f...k those a...holes!!