In this anthill we all live in
Everybody wants its piece of the pie
I'd rather find peace at my own pace
As long as I am away
I've seen enough, I'm leaving all this
Alone
There must be place, better than mine
In this world
I've seen a man on the side of the road
He said to me: Son, have you found the cure
To the disease of our culture?
I stared at him and say those words
I've seen enough, I'm leaving all this
Alone
There must be place, better than mine In this world
I've seen enough, I'm leaving all this
Alone
Forget about me, forgive my maybe
My son
Don't you forget about me
