You didn't know that you'd be born one day
with a face, a profile
on a continent, on an island.
I felt like this at night, I felt like this at day.
You didn't know that you'd be born one day.
You didn't know that one day you would walk
alone or within an apartment,
through the streets or somewhere lone.
I felt like this at night, I felt like this at day.
You didn't know that one day you would walk.
You didn't know that one day you would love
so much that you'd forget to yawn
and even breathe out wonders.
I felt like this at night, I felt like this at day.
You didn't know that someday you would fall in love.
You didn't know that someday you would leave
without looking at tomorrow
and without a small hand gesture.
I felt like this at night, I felt like this at day.
You didn't know that someday you would leave.
You didn't know that you'd cry one day
with a head on her shoulder
for a crazy attraction.
I felt like this at night, I felt like this at day.
You didn't know that you'd cry one day.
You didn't know that one day you'd laugh
on a photograph, on an island,
on the valley, in the city.
I felt like this at night, I felt like this at day.
You didn't know that one day you'd laugh.
You didn't know that someday you would run.
It's true that time flies.
And that grammatical error is just crazy.
I felt like this at night, I felt like this at day.
You didn't know that someday you would run.
You didn't know that you would die someday.
The spirit, as well as the body, would be no more.
You wouldn't be neither right nor wrong.
I felt like this at night, I felt like this at day.
You didn't know that you would die someday.