A Bee's Life

When I wake up in the morning from my dream

My heart is filled with joy,

To think about the things that are awaiting me.

I don't pay attention to my mother's shouting,

I don't pay attention to my father's scoldings,

I don't pay attention to my teacher's doubting.

I just wait for the good thing to ring ma bell.

I don't pay attention to my break-ups chain,

I don't pay attention to my fights' rain,

Which really get me in trouble.

I don't pay attention to the clouds dark circling the sun.

I just wait for that ray to come and light my path.

I don't pay attention to the water in the hole,

I don't pay attention to my broken soul.

I don't pay attention to my mistakes but try to fit in my role.

I just wait for an angel to turn up and change my life.

I don't pay attention to my memories strange,

I don't pay attention to my mother's scars which have turned orange.

I don't pay attention to my father's nature change.

I just wait for a better conscience to guide me.

I don't pay attention to my friend's cries,

I don't pay attention to the numerous flies,

Trying to suck the blood of my brother.

I don't pay attention to my mother's sighs,

Who demands justice.

I hope that one day I'll find a better world.

When I close my eyes, I see the world which I want.

And hope to make my dream true before I'm gone.