And now you ask: "What is going on exactly ?"
You that had everything so set up.
And you hide it, but I think you are getting it:
You can shout as much as you want, they won't respond :
The monsters of your sad childhood
The set of professors that had it in for you,
We didn't look at them and so they left
And in silence, our story grew up.
I'm not very familiar with it,
But I am afraid it is a chance.
And now you start to understand the poor unlucky ones
That took their heads out from a taxi shouting
"Get ready cause in the end you will have to
Learn to live instead of blaming …"
the *borda* smallpox and the wooping cough,
your father and mother and the crimes of Nazism.
And what can we do if we got distracted
While our story moved forward infecting our blood?
But you smiled in the mirror
Cause now we have a chance.
We woke up annoyed by a noise
Cursing a student's crazy party,
But then we saw a beam of light, a sparkle,
Moving through the sheets, rubbing our legs.
We noticed that the balcony door shacked,
Before opening it you checked your housecoat's knot,
In the street, inside a huge cloud of dust
They ran away as animal stampede ...
the songs that do not warn they lie,
the serious sentences that were already funny ...
And left us this truth,
Which, I am very sorry about, but you will always know:
You can take it or leave it go away,
but now we have a chance.
We have a chance,
We have a chance,
We have a chance ...
Ha, ha, ha! Let's see what we do with it...
We have a chance,
We have a chance,
We have a chance ...
Ha, ha, ha! Let's see what we do with it...
We have a chance,
We have a chance,
We have a chance ...
Ha, ha, ha! Let's see what we do with it...
We have a chance