Smalltown boy - Herman Dune

You leave in the morning
With everything you own
In a little black case
Alone on a platform
The wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face

Mother will never understand
Why you had to leave
But the the love that you need
Will never be found at home
And the answers you seek
Will never be found at home

Turn away, run away, turn away, run away, run away.
Turn away, run away, turn away, run away, turn away.

Pushed around and kicked around
Always a lonely boy
You were the one
That they'd talk about around town
As they put you down

But as hard as they would try
To hurt and make you cry
You would never cry to them
Just to your soul
No you would never cry to them
Just to your soul
You will never cry to them
Just to your soul

Turn away, run away, turn away, run away, run away.
Turn away, run away, turn away, run away, turn away.

odcházíš ráno
se vším cos kdy vlastnil
v jedné malé skříňce
sám na plošině
vítr a déšť
na smutné a osamělé tváři

matka nikdy nepochopí
proč jsi odešel
ale lásku, kterou potřebuješ
nikdy nenajdeš doma
a odpovědi, které hledáš
nikdy nenajdeš doma

otoč se, uteč, otoč se, uteč, uteč.
otoč se, uteč, otoč se, uteč, otoč se.

sekýrovali tě, byl jsi stále na nohou
vždy osamělý chlapec
byl jsi jednička
kdyby mluvili o okolí města
jako by tě položili na kolena

ale není jednoduché, i kdyby se snažili
ranit tě a rozbrečet
nikdy bys pro ně neplakal
jenom sám pro sebe
ne, nikdy bys pro ně neplakal
jenom sám pro sebe
nikdy pro ně nebudeš plakat
jenom sám pro sebe

otoč se, uteč, otoč se, uteč, uteč.
otoč se, uteč, otoč se, uteč, otoč se.