An orphan child walks and sniffs the air

in an orphan forest

everybody seems to whip him badly

in this world of jealousy

Hes lost in the sea of tears and cant confess

that he still exists.

He walks alone, hes as weird as a stone:

He broke his needle and he cant crawl

(Love him!)

He writes poems on a little red sheet

showingem to his granny (rest in peace)

he blows his mind, out in the fields, catching

just empty space

Chorus



Ride on - ride on - ride on - Ride on to liberation

Ride on - ride on - ride on - Ride on to destination

Ride on - ride on - ride on - Ride on to your own sensation

Ride on - ride on - ride on - Ride till the music nation comes!



He builds a heaven on the top of his room

forgetting the world outside

Then one prick comes, showing some interest, saying:

'I can make you a big star'

In his mind he climbs to the clouds, throwing

rotten flowers into the holes of the ground

So I ask: Who are you? Already leaving?

Isn't there any time..?

Ride on - ride on - ride on - Riding the liberation

Ride on - ride on - ride on - Riding the satisfaction

Ride on...