When I was young You would take me On the bicycle You burrowed from the neighbour Everyday To the worn out school To learn their history And forget my name How I wish to be back to you On your lap with your weary hands Against my face I wish to be back to you I won't give in I'll rather die Than to be raped By their marionettes How I wish to be back to you On your lap with your weary hands Against my face I wish to be back to you How I wish to be back to you On your lap with your weary hands Against my face I wish to be back to you I'll be gone But don't you cry Cause that will make me only weaker I'll be gone But don't you cry Cause that will make me only weaker