Music to the max on the mp3, Marco returns to his house
But what he doesn't know, he doesn't return home today
He left earlier, so he doesn't wanna waste time
Look at his shoes when he walks, picking up the pace in the middle of everyone
It's half past seven, it's the time that she chose
He leaves the sidewalk, doesn't see the 4x4 behind him
He crosses the road, the truck knocks him over
His body topples, he doesn't hear that this music lulls him
Not really in pain even though his blood flows
He sees his body on the top of middle of the crowd
More weight, he feels like he stands out, he sees the city moving
It's a shame to die because of a small red man1
The ride this morning, his last smoke, his first time
Scenery, vague images, his best friends, his worst choice
Girlfriends, school, alcohol, friends, girls, clues
The memories shine and are being etched on his pupils
The sirens yet the silence, and all those people parading
With his scissors, the death cuts a thread
Marco feels like he's falling, and yet he's going up
He twirls gently and is taken away from our world
Because death took too much of it from us, if it's a game, she doesn't play by the rules
The story that I'm gonna tell you about is so sad
It's crazy, we're all gonna leave this planet one day and we know it well
One instant, one second and suddenly everything goes out
Death took too much of it from us, if it's a game, she doesn't play by the rules
The story that I'm gonna tell you about is so sad
It's crazy, we're all gonna leave this planet one day and we know it well
One instant, one second and suddenly everything goes out
[Oli]
Up there there's no gate, no snow, nor a blinding light
No God, no angel, no white tunnel, nor a big temple
Nothing at all that anybody imagines, time flies by without a sound
Just the smile of those who left before him
A 'hello' to his grandpa, who left because of cancer
A warm welcome, just between them, in the middle of the sky
Far from tensions, a funny destination
Marco is moved, he who's never flown
Far from the failing stock market, no time, no cigarettes or banks
No agents, no money, clans, machine guns or tanks
No South, no North, no losers, no strong people
A little lesson for life, a big lecon for death
The end sounds like a new beginning for Marco
It's crazy like our lives seem like little view from above
A memory of America, nearly killed in Harley
Walking in the distance he recognizes Bob Marley's voice
He is great in this world, he no longer feels his body but he keeps his whole soul
On his watch dial, the needles rotate upside down
An old woman in black, Marco approaches her “Please Madam”
but it's another story, wait for the third verse
Because death took too much of it from us, if it's a game, she doesn't play by the rules
The story that I'm gonna tell you about is so sad
Why do we fear death if we believe in Paradise?
Why do we still cry when a loved one is gone?
Because death took too much of it from us, if it's a game, she doesn't play by the rules
The story that I'm gonna tell you about is so sad
Why do we fear death if we believe in Paradise?
Why do we still cry when a loved one is gone?
Uh, Madam, who are you?
I'm death, where are you going?
What's happening to me, I don't understand?
Shut up, Marco is that it?
Yeah it's me, why? What am I doing here? I came to move in
I didn't do anything bad, I didn't make the choice, I'm only twenty one
And I can't stay here and pity so that somebody helps me
It's not still possible
There's so many people down below waiting for me who love me
Here too
I don't have the time, grow up, somebody's expecting me, I'm in a hurry
In a back alleyway below, a woman has just been assaulted
Why her? Why today? Everything's gotta stop
But it's not me who chooses, I have a list to respect
But where is it marked, our hour, our path
In an old sacred book that's called destiny
Incidentally, you complain but you're entitled to the return ticket
Say goodbye to your grandfather, we will meet again one day
What?
Marco feels shocks in his chest
He is pulled down, his soul lights up
He reviews his life, From his death to his birth
He goes down the path of his body the opposite way
And there a friend whispers in his ear
1:30 at the hospital, Marco wakes up
1. The red "don't walk" man at an intersection.