(They talk and talk and talk and,
and they say they know but
they lie and lie...)
It was the initial mistake,
to always want everything, everything.
I look like the rest in every aspect
and in the evident defects.
I have failed at many things,
haven't entered many churches either.
And tomorrow I'll be gone,
even if you don't want me to.
But your life won't happen, won't happen, won't happen
because I give your life up to all your mistakes.
Rather, I hand your life over to the wind
that derails all terms,
that changes people dazzles them
because the world sometimes fails.
(They talk and talk and talk and,
and they say they know but
they lie and lie...)
I'll leave,
I'll come back when I want to... eh.
Because you know it,
those who have no life, dream, ah.
And by dreaming,
I have confused day and night.
I can no longer sleep, no... no.
It's made of problems and every thing of ours.
Life doesn't rest because of that.
Life is always beautiful!
But your life won't happen, won't happen, won't happen.
But your life will be stronger than what they've told you sometimes.
And even if they scream at you, 'Run,
bastard, run 'cause there's no time!',
your life stays here inside.
I defend it for you, I defend it
but your life won't happen.
No, 'cause your life won't happen.
But your life won't happen, won't happen, won't happen
because I give your life up to all your mistakes.
Rather, I hand your life over to the wind
that derails all terms,
that changes people dazzles them
because the world sometimes fails.
Won't happen, won't happen.
Because your life won't happen, won't happen, won't happen.
Because your life won't happen, happen, happen.