He was a poor man, though he was genius
Would they listen to the crazy man
Would they help him to his end
He was a tall man, pale skin and broken back
And no-one knew him, though he was genius
They feared him, locked him away
And in silence would he pray
He lived alone, though many voices spoke
He found peace, in his little world
So they beat him, to his end
He lays forgotten
Dead skin and broken neck
And no-one knew him
Though he was genius
Who was he, that crazy man
Just a loser, to the end
Ele era um homem pobre, porém um gênio
Ouviriam eles a esse homem louco
Eles o ajudariam até o final
Ele era um homem alto, pele pálida e com as costas quebradas
E ninguém o conhecia, embora ele fosse um gênio
Eles o temiam, o prenderam
E em silêncio ele rezava
Ele vivia sozinho, embora muitas vozes falassem
Ele encontrou paz, no seu mundinho
Então eles o surraram, até o seu fim
Ele jaz esquecido
Pele morta e pescoço quebrado
E ninguém o conheceu
Embora ele fosse um gênio
Quem era ele, aquele homem louco
Apenas um perdedor, até o fim
