He was born in sixtythree
In a small town near the sea
And his parents called him Richard
Like the king named Lionheart
He grew up secure and save
Sheltered in a golden cage
Got a proper education
In a very special way
But the lucky life was over
When his dad came back to town
Without money without honour
So the real life just began
Richard scratched upon the street dust
Left all friendships anyway
As a self-conscious young man
Going onwards every day
Richard was a lucky man for hours
Between the rapids in the stream
He held a bunch of broken flowers
A distant memory of time that still remains
So the years are pa**ing by
Richard has to fight and try
He was in touch with all the players
At the major global zone
But that cannot be the whole thing
That (all) money rules the world
Richard cancelled all these bad threads
And returns to zero nil
Yeah!
Richard was a lucky man for hours
Between the rapids in the stream
He held a bunch of broken flowers
A distant memory of time that still remains