[Be prepared, little boy
The expedition will be long
And even if you never return alive
you should walk straight ahead ...]
When he was as tall as three apples
and he was only a little fellow
They pushed him out of the cradle
Putting him a bundle on the back
The empty luggage of experience
He will set a foot in his existence
You have not arrived yet
That we have to face his destiny
First, you have to cross the river
Which is the childhood of all hardships
There where even his own family
Risks to have him sunken by a torpedo
We will already know if its hull
And his boat will cross the ages
or if he will row hard
in a rowboat filled with cracks
[Chorus ]
Then, the obligatory passage comes
In this sometimes agitated forest
There where, in addition to seeking his way,
You are often lost inside yourself
When getting out of this alley
He can take the paved roads
Or simply accept a precarious avenue
Off the beaten paths
[Chorus ]
Finally, the hostile mountain comes
And his ascension to a thousand perils
Where victories are triumphant
But where falling is often brutal
Only a few people pull themselves up
And manage to plant their flag
Most of them quit half-way
And resign themselves just before the peak
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When will the age of the assessment come
The important thing is that you are happy
Because you do what you can in life
It all depends on what we got as tools
We all would like to be in command
But the offer is less than demand
If you are tiny or giant
You have to be strong to survive through time
Good luck!