I am a missed boy (lost)
Who knows how to play the doll
I can when he wants to change role
Even if it means losing control
I see myself put to bed on the back
My soul in repose
And I send all world to air
That our lives are nice
Views of the sky
View of the sky
View of the sky
Life is nice
A man has just put down
On the moon its missile
To come he travelled so much, so much
It is in my turn to go up there
I see it put to bed on the back
Her soul in repose
And I send all world to air
That this man is nice
In view of the sky
View of the sky
View of the sky
Life is nice
I am a missed boy
Which is going to finish in beauty