CHORUS (x2) :
Life is beautiful, faith moves away from it
No one plays with the same cards
The cradle lifts the veil, multiples are the roads it unveils
Too bad, we weren't born under the same star
Why fortune and misfortune, why was I born
With empty pockets, why are his full of cash
Why did I see my father leave for work on his moped
Right before his in a three piece suit and BMW
Money is a beautiful woman that doen't marry the poors
Otherwise why am I here all alone married with no dowry
Why for him it's nursery and vacation
For me it's soccer stadium with no goal, not net
Without even a white line
Why for him it's horseback riding for me
The fights, for him the coke for me the cops on guard
I have to manage to eat some nights
Why does he stuff himself with salmon on a bed of caviar
Some are born in cabbages others in shit
Why does it stink around me! Why are you looking for me?
Why at his place it's sunny Christmases
Why at my place the dream is ousted by a freazing reality
He gets higher education
Why don't I have enough money to buy
Their manuals and their notebooks
Why did I have to quit school
Why didn't he have a brother to feed, why did I deal drugs every day
Why is it when I take a dive, he passes his thesis
Why steel cages, the golden cages do as they please
His star shined brighter than mine under the great canvas
Why wasn't I born under the same star
CHORUS (x2) :
Life is beautiful, faith moves away from it
No one plays with the same cards
The cradle lifts the veil, multiples are the roads it unveils
Too bad, we weren't born under the same star
Like Issa, Why was I not born under the right star
Watching over me? Hallways full of webs, spit
Two bucks whore, fags' low bows in front
Bearing to grow up without a buck, it'a too disappointing
Only in shorts
Not making a bulldozer out of yogurt containers
It' okay, I'm not mad at anyone if my time comes
I will leave as I came
Incandescent teenagers who keep shiting on the forbidden fruit
Innocents, witnesses of men shot in the street
It's a childhood? Rot, yeah
I didn't flirt put I threw pies to little girls with pigtails
White with fright in front of my dad, my sister wore a head scarf
I have flashbacks, in school the kids who meet her laugh
It's nothing Lea, if we were less scrupulous
Of playing with fire we would be like them
But I cried to get a job like a dying man without a drink
The "I love you's" to my parents, alone in my bed at night
To each it's own ball and chain, with no goal life is too long
Writing poems, everything is violent in a violin
You hook yourself on the wagon, it's the locomotive that you're missing
It's not color, it's the bank account
I say what I think, even if no one cares
I wouldn't be like this if I had seen the rich life
CHORUS :
Life is beautiful, faith moves away from it
No one plays with the same cards
The cradle lifts the veil, multiples are the roads it unveils
Too bad, we weren't born under the same star