[Milk teeth]

Do you remember this stage?
Of their games?
His joke was the most innocent
There was bad in your eyes
Their stories and songs
To sleep
Of her sisters and brothers
To run, jump and have fun
You don't feel more homesick?
Good old days
Gently fall storms
Without major damage

But now your enjoyment is another
Play now
If you slip up
Have time to die
Your move now is grim
Your homies are other
You followed by another road
You jump and sing
Celebrates
The defeat of their enemies
Fame and money
For you enter the story
You just trust
In his one true friend
He taught him
What you needed to learn
Count only up to eight
He opens his ways
Said its trajectory
Now you're VIP
Almost a King, a Grand Vizier
Is on rise
Not for climbing

But until one day
You with all plummeted
Your breath you missed
You have lost your courage
Anyway... the long-awaited peace you have found
You were a docile child
His father always embraced him and said
Easy life
Comes and falls apart before the fall of the day
Hard
Is back after
There is no way to bring his life back
At eighteen you're gone
Not your only true friend
The more you trust
It got rid of the grave

Remember
You may not get a second chance
Damn it
So this life "and then, what is the bid? "
But the parade to decide and the future are its
Council
His father gave him
At the end your "old"
Is always right