The sky is blue, the clouds are white.
I no longer have the straight to fight.
All expect a shared of my heart belongs to you.
Yet, you act like a wild animal in a zoo.
If you don't stop my mind will be sold.
And my tears and love will turn to mold.
My clothes are blue, your skin is green
A parentally your eyes have not seen.
My love for you has stopped.
All the rest on the floor you will mopped.