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.