some called me a Don Quixote
as if that were a bad thing
I wear my cloak of being a dreamer
they sit behind their walls confined
I on the other hand fly, as I'm free to dream ...

some called me a Don Quixote
as if that were a bad thing
I wear my cloak of being a dreamer
they sit behind their walls confined
I on the other hand fly, as I'm free to dream ...
the zoo used to be a joy to visit as a child
now I see animals never tasting freedom
saddens me for them
some people just exist
invisible bars can be just as strong ...