Texty: Fools Garden. No Flowers by Request.

(Hinkel)

Don't cry any tears about me mother
Don't be sad if I must go
'Cos I have grown older in a prison of life
So how do you sleep at night

Don't waste any words about me father
We ain't talking for so long

I have grown older and I made up my mind
It's the end of the road
that did lead me straight into the light