Our story began with words of love.
Oh God, what great love.
And it's true that you gave to me a world of heat,
I returned it to you.
And I confessed whole heart to you without shame
in every song.1
I wanted you to dream of all the good about me
which I was about to give you.
It's my life, it's my life,
what can I do, if she chose me.
It's my life, it's not an inferno,
and not either an Eden.
My candor, my young age touched you emotionally
and we felt like flying.
And when the sun in the sky moved its location,
I felt your coldness.
My laugh and my crying, the night and the light
always come from you.2
I'm under your spell, somtimes you flatter me,
or you forget about me.
It's my life, it's my life,
what can I do, if she chose me.
It's my life, it's not an inferno,
and not either an Eden.
I searched for the chains that tied me to you,
like a blessing.
In front of you on stage, I discover my country,
my land, my reason.
If sometimes I'm sad, my right to cry,
I sacrificed it for you.
But I exist before you, I win the greatest prize,
to be born every night.
It's my life, it's my life,
what can I do, if she chose me.
It's my life, it's not an inferno,
and not either an Eden.
It's my life, it's my life,
what can I do, if she chose me.
It's my life, it's not an inferno,
and not either an Eden.
It's my life, it's my life,
what can I do, if she chose me...
1. lit. 'from song to song'2. lit. 'are born from you'