Do you remember this phase?

Of your games? Your play

It was the most innocent, there was no evil

In your eyes, in your stories and songs

For sleeping, of your sisters and brothers

For running, jumping and having fun

Don't you miss it anymore?

Good old times

Storms softly fall

Without major damage

But now your fun is different

Play now, if you're not careful

Has a scheduled time to die

Your move now is sinister, your brothers are different

You followed another path, you jump and sing

Celebrate, the defeat of your enemies

Fame and money, for you to enter history

You only trust your one and true friend

He taught you what you needed to learn

Count only up to eight, he opens your paths

Dictates your trajectory, now you're Vip

Almost a king, a grand vizier, you're rising

Can't stop going up

But until one day, you fell with everything

Your breath failed you, you lost your boldness

Finally... the long-awaited peace you found

You were a docile child

your father always hugged you and said

Easy life comes and goes before the day falls

Difficult is going back afterwards

There is no bringing your life back

you were gone at eighteen

Not even your one and true friend

in whom you trusted the most

Saved you from the grave

Remember, you may not have a second chance

Screw it, then, this life of "what's up, what's the deal?"

But deciding and shaping the future is yours

Advice your father gave you

In the end, your "old man" is always right.