Nonsense

The world is yours,
it's your exercise book,
the pages on which you do sums.
The life is yours,
it is a gift to you,
the stages on which you play blues.
The rage is paid,
the rain is here today,
it could maybe give enough for me.
The freedom for
everyone in this world
it's part of you, human being.
'Cause you're also free to write nonsense,
you might be dreaming on and on ... and again!
'Cause you've got to try,
yes, you've got to try to be wrong!
Through your lifetime,
through your lifetime,
you just like elemental stuff
but only if you enjoy the time.
Sure of yourself,
you play in major keys,
you've got to wake up to a dream ...
'Cause you're also free to write nonsense,
you might be dreaming on and on ... and again!
'Cause you've got to try,
yes, you've got to try to be wrong!
'Cause you're also free to write nonsense,
you might be dreaming on and on ...
'Cause you're also free to write nonsense,
you might be dreaming on and on ... and again!
'Cause you've got to try,