Every early morning half past seven
standin on the bridge seaward
Dreaming about his mum in heaven
his father was a drunkard
Up to the day of disaster
he had friends a lot
He went to Miss Martina
'cause he couldn't go to school
Fell in love with her daughter
Luna was her name
He, the uncertain boy
but surely she felt the same
Suddenly someday somehow
his father was coffined
Life started become a hell
he became an orphan-boy
He didn't see his friends anymore
didn't see his Luna
He couldn't see heaven anymore
locked up in an orphanage
But today day of revenge
his runaway out of "orphans' home"
Nobody missing him
nobody waiting at home
Again on the bridge tears in his eyes
his metallic dream broken
He would become a captain
...would become...
Dreaming is over
reality is hard
Little boy alone on earth
where does he have to start?