One day it will come that,
from so much going and coming rolling,
the body will tell me no,
Stop, you're tired.
One day, maybe,
I have to pay dearly,
for not knowing how to say no,
to the desire to reach higher.
I will be, who gave everything to succeed,
Leaving his life as he goes by,
in pieces,
I will be, a dream that was fulfilled,
a colt that nobody tampered with,
only the years
One day it will come that,
I do not have to keep counting,
and then I, I will shut up,
and I'll be quiet.
One day it will come that,
so much that I sang of so much,
my voice will no longer be my voice,
My song will not be my song.
I will be, who gave everything to succeed,
Leaving his life as he goes by,
in pieces,
I will be, a dream that was fulfilled,
a colt that nobody tampered with,
only the years
I will be, a man that I can not anymore,
an old tired hawk .......
throwing pigeons ......
paaaaaaaaannnn
Only among all we can make this a better place :)