Through the green lanes, following the cemented roads;
With new hopes above head,covered with blue mould.
I was on my way to discover new sea;
Miles and miles afar was the new world awaiting for me.
To catch hold of it i got wet in the rain;
There's some kind of young drug running in my vein.
There's still hope in the lifted hand within the crowded lane;
There's it where i can settle my world in a drifted cane.
So you think you can follow me but thats not easy;
Because in this world there are people a bit cheesee.
I dont even know from where i belong ;
But i am very clear of my present thats going on.
Wait for the time when i come back with a victory;
May be that will be the time for a NEW HISTORY.