I'm from a tiny town in the middle of a tiny country
From a neighborhood where we learned to fight to the last man
Son of a secretary who got divorced from her husband
Learned to survive on love and mineral water
In school, we were taught about all the things we couldn't do
'Cause there's no room for too big dreams in a tiny country
And if they say it enough, we'll eventually believe it's true
But I could see stars, sat with my feet in quicksand
Painted the city walls, etched my name into the tree
Bonfires in the streets so that there was something to leave behind
And we never went to church and didn't spoke about God
But I know my mother, she prayed for me the night I dropped out
It feels as if the small town got smaller day by day
And I could either have suffocated or run away
And to those of you who decided what I could achieve
I promise, the following couple of years will be hard to observe
Now I'm on a highway, it feels as if the car were flying
I don't listen to doubt anymore; doubt is a liar
The light of lampposts rushing by above my windshield
And the night is waiting ahead of me