مـن از آن روز کـه دربـند توام آزادم
You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun,
Mama always said you'd be
The Chosen One.
You woke up this morning
All the love has gone,
Your Papa never told you
About right and wrong.
But you're looking good, baby,
I believe you're feeling fine,
Born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes.
The lunatic is in the town
The lunatic is on her way up the stairs
The lunatic is in my room
I can hear her voice and feel her breath,
Now the lunatic is in my head.
She shouts but no one seems to hear
I'm begging you for her:
"If I go insane,
Please don't put your wires in my brain"
Cuz there's a lunatic there, and she is not insane.
This is how the closest person to me felt when she found out she can't attend Pink Floyds' concert in Hyde park, London on 2nd of July 2005..
Just and just because her fucking study permit would expire a day before the concert and she had to go back to wherever she was coming from..
Crossing London, she stayed seven hours in Heathrow on July 1st 2005 dreaming about the day after, somewhere she couldn't be...
She was in the right place at the wrong time..
Two days after, when she picked up the phone and heard that her grandpa has passed away, she couldn't care less about yesterday..
She was truly in the wrong place at the wrong time..
All she wanted at that moment was to be there, but she wasn't..
Nothing ever can replace that for her
Nothing.