No body knows where he went to.
He left his flat empty,
His friends and his girlfriend too.
No news, good news maybe….

He took his car to go somewhere
But in a room which is nowhere.
He has an idea ‘bout freedom:
To live without wisdom.

He takes some drugs / to forget/ this sort of freedom doesn’t exist/
And the circle/ where he’s living/ is so vicious now./

He wants to miss nobody,
However their faces come back
Into his burning head.
But he persists in wanting
No attachment
No engagement

He takes some drugs / to forget/ this sort of freedom doesn’t exist/
And the circle/ where he’s living/ is so vicious NOW

And in a night without stars
He took his car again.

He lost his mind, so high, so far, in an unknown place,
Where nobody will be able to capture him.