When my eyes
fell upon that old picture,
I realized that you where,
still a little kitten.
You where so funny,
it was the nineties,
and we didn’t even
meet each other.
Then the fire died out,
and my anger dried up,
I ran away so far,
so deep into the jungle.
I don’t know any hunter
who’s afraid of a tiger,
afraid of a picture,
the picture of a tiger.
I thought that I was an explorer
but I’m just a boyscout that runs for cover.