Paroles de Okove

If you think I'm mad Let me be so glad To prove to you my sanity When I looked at the child I could swear he smiled Mocking my malady He made me feel old Deathly cold Brought upon me – gravity And now you wonder Why I look younger This is no fantasy May the stars be my witness I'm the greatest genius When you heard the cry Breaking through the night of sky I carved an okove From the joyous heart Worshiping the work of art Bestowed in youthful brilliance