The same winter mornings
The same open evil eyes
The same distresses
The same scratched knees
To find on arrival
The same teacher
We constantly repeat ourselves
Friends
Friends
Between all the blows of fate
For the day
We will be two
Friends
Friends
In life as in death
More tangles
Than our hair
When we grow up too fast
We are left numb
Far from the ball games
Under our buttons of unhappiness
To torture the heart
For the same girl
Is it enough that we forget?
Friends,
Friends
We have a sense of humor
When they are too heavy
These sorrows here
Friends,
Friends
In life as in love
Each turn
Will carry them
So many shared stories
From blows from exchanged hearts
Of love and of insults
To be unaware
That we are ten years without seeing ourselves
In all this tumult
To find maturity
Friends
Friends
We have nothing more to say
We are done
Arriving
Friends,
Friends
Slowly becoming
Two morons
Two strangers