Sad is life in the pleasure ground
Punching tickets, they can't have fun more than once
I don't know but it makes me weak
Roller coaster roars, mymbles shriek, every night

All is run by my relatives
Enormous, rollicking, talkative, spirits high
They're bursting into gigantic laughs
They just can't hear me, I wish I was far away

Sorry that I drift away from social violence
Sorry but I just can't stay to park of silence

I wish everyone was just a little more like me
For a park of silence, must I leave the family?

Noisy people and relatives
Fill my days, I've got company around the clock
They say: "Splendid! Now that's the thing!
Always on the go, laugh or sing – you buck up!"

Sorry but you drift away from social violence
Sorry that I just can't stay to park of silence

I wish everyone was just a little more like me
For a park of silence, must I leave the family?