Crazy Cloud

Out of the silent Poland
Out of the wasted land
Out of the battered nation
Here comes a broken man
Walks past the fading cities
Last rebel in the crowd
For years they’ve put him down but
His message reads out loud

Crazy Cloud, Crazy Cloud

Out of the forecast madness
Out of the sad-end streets
Out of the concrete desert
Tied up but feeling free
Where no-one dares to laugh and
No-one can truly live
He sighs and puts his mask on
At least he still can breathe

Crazy Cloud, Crazy Cloud

Out of the crumbling outskirts
Out of the gangway shade
Out of the fields of justice
His dues have all been paid
They tried to turn him bitter
They thought they brought him down
But he’s no saint or martyr
No king will wear his crown

Crazy Cloud, Crazy Cloud

Out of the scarecrow sidewalks
Out of the dream arcades
Out of the barren morning
He stoops and shouts hooray
Your prisons couldn’t break him
He’s down but standing proud
Dictator hands can’t touch him
He’s safe beneath his shroud

Crazy Cloud, Crazy Cloud

Out of unmeasured sadness
Out of your pits of pain
Out of forgotten alleys
He plays no people’s games
And he keeps growing stronger
As love keeps falling down
From where the shaded sky splits
Atop this rainy town

Crazy Cloud, Crazy Cloud

Out of young poet’s anger
Out of the monk parade
Out of ascetic hunger
To pleasures he declared
His scriptures ring forever
Just like a freedom bell
His head upon your pillow
Where drunken nights have fell

Crazy Cloud, Crazy Cloud

Out of the naked horror
Out of its grisly stare
Out of collapsing buildings
His parks are standing where
There’s time for wine and pussy
There’s always time to live
There’s always time to die but
Don’t do that on your knees

Crazy Cloud, Crazy Cloud

Out of the evening vapors
Out of the loser’s shoes
Out of the lover’s costume
He’s got no chance to choose
Bright roads are getting wider
Where he’s supposed to be
The crazy monk keeps laughing
Like it's the fifteenth century

Crazy Cloud, Crazy Cloud

Out of a shattered window
Out of a bleak today
Out of a pale tomorrow
Straight into sleep’s decay
He climbs atop his carpet
Like it’s an easy ride
And where it ends he don’t know
You cannot stop the tide

Crazy Cloud, Crazy Cloud