Rain or shine, I always stay unbuttoned,
Barefoot through the puddles, fields and dew.
And my steed’s an ambler, doesn’t gallop -
Different from others, that is true!

I am often scolded by my sergeant,
For I’m out of step most of the time.
I pick up my pace like it is urgent,
Then the whole formation falls in line.

My true idols are the market sellers,
Everyone is promising the moon.
I won’t be a singer, I can tell you,
For I’m singing mostly out of tune.

Yes, I know the payoff will come shortly,
I just wish there was a tomb reserved.
On a sign that begs us to speak softly,
I will never read this second word.

Ask me to speak softly? - Your decision.
But this second word I cannot bear.
I am reading "Speak!" in my revision,
And of course, my voice is loud and clear.

Of two evils - too much light or darkness,
People often choose the dark of night.
My beloved and I don’t care, regardless,
We are walking only in the light.

Do not smoke if they do not permit it -
Smoke when you can’t stand it anymore.
Don’t act strange if they are not submitting
To your ever naked, muted core!