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.