Lady, get out of the balcony
You are too young to play with the death
Tell me what is happening, what life did to you this time?
Come on, get down
Let me take you to a coffe, to talk
Listen to you
And try to convince you
That life is like a mother
Who makes the dinner and forces the children to eat vegetables
Because know that does well
And death is like a father
Who hits the mother and steals the children the pleasure of playing
Like there is no tomorrow
Lady, don't look down
In there is too high
For you to jump
I'll hear you
And try to convince you
(We are programmed to...)
That life is like a mother
Who makes the dinner and forces the children to eat vegetables
Because know that does well
And death is like a father
Who hits the mother and steals the children the pleasure of playing
Like there is no tomorrow
But, okay, we aren't always in the best
Young man, no one is made of iron
We are programmed to fall