We live on the sidewalk on the path to hell seven golden years for our farewell it is not that easy to move from place to place where we are begins a scornfull chase we are not envited we're so pitiful far away from home and far off any rule We all live under the sun one for all and all for one allthough bad weather and cold and dirty air we don't give up in despair Sometimes more satisfying belonging to the poor your friends are very close to you for sure in the end don't regret cause we are feeling good we don't like the kings just robin hood we are not envited we're so pitiful closer to our friends and closer to the rule