A free spirit never to be broken
Free as a bird, wild like the wind
Born into this world to be free
But now there is nothing left of me

Free spirits are meant to be broken
Caged like a parrot, the wind is still
Freedom became my greatest enemy
And now I am no longer free

I used to be so much and so strong
Now there is nothing left of me
I am a painter without paint
I am a singer without a song

My freedom was my everything
When I lost that, I lost my life
And now there is nothing left of me
My cliche story about being free

I lost my life, my love and paint
My freedom is my everything
But now it has come to an end
Because tomorrow I am an adult
Who has no need of a song or paint