You don't need a crown of flowers
Neither mountains, neither days or hours
You just need a bit of noise to bring
And you'll be the king of everything.


Noise like screams of pain when you create
Like lovely whispers when you hate
Like when your heart is a golden ring
Like when you're the king of everything


No need for ignorance and all this mess
No need for applause in your red dress
For sure no need to wear that stupid wig
For being the king of everything.


Just say what do you think, believe and pray
Don't try to understand too much and stay
Under an angel's white and careful wing
And you're the king of everything.