So Many Tears Falling Down

I was born after the war
And my family was happy but poor
Until my father died for majeure

Oh-yeah, oh-yeah
I was ready to take the ressentiment

I had to work to get food for the day
I had to support my family that way
No excuse in my way

Oh-yeah, oh-no
Nothing else I could do

I almost gave up living my life for so many times
I thought I was going to die in this old paradigms

Whoa, oh, oh, whoa-oh-oh
Whoa, whoa, oh, whoa-oh-oh
Whoa, oh, oh, whoa-oh-oh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh

If God is dead, why is life so much unfair?
So many tears falling down

I studied hard to get a degree
They gave me a chance for free
I could be what I wanted to be

Oh-yeah, oh-yeah
I met philosophers and discussed about truth

So successfully shaping my ideas
And I wrote many books as I could
And I should

Oh-yeah, oh-yeah
I was the hero of my time

Then they denied my thoughts, and myself for what I released
My mind collapsed and I began to suffer from disease

Whoa, oh, oh, whoa-oh-oh
Whoa, whoa, oh, whoa-oh-oh
Whoa, oh, oh, whoa-oh-oh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh

If God is dead, why is life so much unfair?
So many tears falling down

Far from eternity
Down to modernity
Back to the brighter days
Frightened by other ways

Don't take my words to accept any violence
Think on your own, dear young man