I saw the man crying and asked him why he is sad
Is it for love or because he does not have a bed
Or something to eat, a simple loaf of bread
He looked at me with strong and sparkling eyes
- This is love and happiness in pure disguise
With my firey soul I can make you French fries
When you look at love or happiness you see
Two creatures unlike you or me
Before such wonderful beasts you cannot laugh
This is irreverence for them and that’s enough
For one or both of them to leave you alone
To let you become a human – stone.