I’m sorry father, sorry friend
I’m no longer on this side
no more ties around my neck
no more rules my dear
no more after shave too
and no more talking about nothing

you still have my affection
oh, yes you have
but dont ask me to live here

on my way back to your civilisation
I saw so many things
I saw so many lies
so many… so many…
that I’m not going to stay here
no, no, no

I’m sorry father, sorry friends
it’s not the road I choose
I’m not ready for compromises… anew
no more hesitation, no more sacrifice
and before my dive in the unknown
I wanna free myself
from the civlisation you still accept

on my way back to your civilisation
I wonder and I’m surprise
about new wars, new crimes
about new churchs, new priests
but no, no, no
I’m not going to set down here

I’m sorry father, sorry friends
I’m not painting any zebra crossing signs
on the streets I’m walking on
I dont argue, I dont have to
but please, let me fly back

let me know an island
with a caica for fish’g
a mule to pass over the hills
a stick to kick the olive trees
a cat as a friend
with a flute…….
and Her arms around my neck
oh, yes I need, Her arms around my neck