His songs, his dreams, his suitcase and violin.

This is the voice of a guy soon forgotten

His songs, his dreams, his suitcase and violin

This is his heart, bleeding for ever

His last breath in, his jeans, his coat, his last cup of coffee

Here’s his right eye looking through your shirt

Looking your old scar, feeling sorry for your soul

Here’s his left hand, running through your hair

Stopping at your chest, camping there forever.

This is his song la la lara, his playing it loudly

Hear it’s soulful, hear! It’s amazing

Let’s cheers for his dreams

For those he’s going after

Come on, he’s packing his suitcase

He’s just taking his violin.