Oftentimes, Peter, you say
Always complaining about loneliness
Who made you with iron, made with fire, Peter
Too bad you don't know
You go to your work every day
Not knowing if it's good or bad
When you want to cry, you go to the bathroom
Peter, things are not quite like this
Every time I feel the paradise
Or I burn crooked in hell
I think of you, my poor friend
Who always wears the same suit
Peter, where you go, i go too
Peter, where you go, i go too
But everything ends where it started
Try to teach me about your things
That life is serious and war is hard
But if you can't, shut up, Peter
And let me live my madness.
I remember, Peter, those old days
When we both thought about the world
Today I call you a square, Peter
And you call me a hobo
Peter, where you go, i go too
Peter, where you go, i go too
But everything ends where it started
All paths are the same
Those who leads to glory or perdition
There are so many paths, so many doors
But only one has a heart
And I have nothing to tell you
But do not criticize me as I am
Each of us is a universe, Peter
where you go, i go too
Peter, where you go, i go too
Peter, where you go, i go too
But everything ends where it started
It's just that everything ends where it started