I am From - Leslie Post

 

Born in the city,

carried to the countryside.

People wonder about my insanity,

but i don't try to hide.

 

Where am I from, that's a wisdom.

Lying in my bed like a dead man,

i wonder; Am i swiss or amerikan.

no one knows, where i am from.

 

When i was a little girl

I ran through the dark forest,

happy but also scared,

playing like a pretty prinzess.

 

My kingdom was fleeting,

because I was growing.

The harmonizing green grass

changed to a stinking pass.