My son,
one day you will hear that your father
had great ideas but in the end, as a result,
he accomplished nothing.
Don't believe it, no—
they want to make you
a small man,
a boat without a sail.
But don't believe it, no, no—
since as soon as the seas get rough,
it is the men without ideas
who sink first to the bottom.
My son,
one day your friends will tell you
that it is enough to find a great love,
and then turn your back on the entire world.
No, no, don't believe it, no—
don't let yourself dream
of faraway islands
that do not exist.
Don't believe it, no, no—
if you want to love being in love,
you should not ask of love
that which it can never give.
My son,
one day people will tell you
that the only ones succeeding
are those who spend their lives doing nothing.
No, no, don't believe it, no—
just become the one
who grasps at clouds
and dreams of succeeding.
No, no, don't believe it, no,no—
don't resent those who
live struggling futilely
with the world of tomorrow.