I found out I have my share of problems
I can’t deal with them in my own good terms
I tend to blame my pain on the system
My inner self tells me

Check, one, two, halt!
About turn, now!
Fall in, stand at ease!

New year comes
And old year goes
I’m still here waiting for
Something that could make my life to be less strange
For a change
New year comes
And old year goes
I’m still here waiting for
Something that could make my life to be less strange

I tried to escape from here triumphantly
Veni (I came) vidi (I saw) vici (I won) I avow thee
My homesickness forced me back to hometown
My unconscious tells me

Check, one, two, halt!
About turn, now!
Fall in, stand at ease!

C.K.³