Jānis Krūmiņš, Jānis Krūmiņš, Apvedceļš
I'm the real man, my life goes only by the scroll I don't drink and drive and rock'n'roll I'm the real man, just a little bit shy And I doubt and doubt till the oceans get dry REF: When the memories of my works and me would remain When the wars would be mentioned only in the tales I would smile through the clouds of what I've done They would say: he lived like Ra - the god of Sun I'm strong as Terminator, I crawl like an alligator I surely can live as long as the Creator I write to Susan, I fly to Jane But I doubt and doubt till my mind begins to fade I'm solid as a rock, but I would be a stream In those dancing halls I would sip Jim Beam But I'm the real man, just a little bit shy And I doubt and doubt till the oceans get dry