What was left was to leave the old school
To drink the world like coca-cola
To make my life always
My public walk
And at the same time to make it
My lonely, only path
Maybe I'm the last romantic
In the coasts of that Atlantic Ocean
I just have to join
The north area to the south
To brighten life
Since death falls from the blue
All that's left is to want you
To win and lose you
What's left is for me to wake up
To be a grown up
To be able to cry
Give me a kiss, then
Squeeze my hand
What's silly is to live life like this
Without adventure
Let it be
For the heart
If it's insanity, then
It's best to be insane