It's life which takes us along.
Each day, we improvise.
It's life which puts us on scene.
All the days, we disguise ourselves.
It's life which burns in our veins,
which promises us,
which walks us.
It's life, it's not sorrow
which surprises, which overworks us.
It's life, it's not a dream,
but it's life which frees us.
It's life, it's not a dream,
but it's life that frees us.
It's life which resembles us
Each day, we unmask ourselves
It's life which resembles us
All the days we move.
It's life, the bohemian life
which promises us, which promises us
It's life, not a poem,
which surprises us, which overworks us.
It's life, it's not a dream,
but it's life which frees us.
It's life, it's not a dream,
but it's life which frees us.
It's life, it's not a dream
It's life, the life we love.
Each days reinvents itself.
It's life, the life we love.
All the days we begin anew.
It's artificial life
which promises us, which promises us.
It's life which calls us.
It's life, it's not a dream,
but it's life which frees us.
It's life, it's not a dream,
but it's life that frees us.
It's life, it's not a dream,
but it's life which frees us.
It's life, it's not a dream,
but it's life that frees us.