If I tell you, that this world was,
In a certain way and from my experience,
Much better until my adolescence,
Since in truth it was a little more healthy.
He will smile at me and take my hand,
It will say that we were the ones who invented it.
Or at least, the faithful witnesses,
Of the deterioration of which we complain.
And I know that the argument is valid,
I look for a reason right away without faith.
But I look at her and she has 16
If I suggest you be careful,
That under some sheepskin there are wolves,
With that eagerness, which we all enjoy,
To go cleaning them with the tongue the mud,
He will hug me and kiss me on the forehead,
It will say that I had bad experiences,
I never knew how to distinguish friends,
And what do I confuse asses with navels?
But I still am his king.
But I look at her and she's 16.
It is true to understand that sometimes,
We must trust what has been sown.
But this world is so dislocated.
And one fights to change it in vain.
She walks through an uncertain valley
Like a flower perfuming the desert.
He has thirst in his eyes for new ports,
And I have never been a saint, I die!
She is obviously a woman.
But I look at her and she's 16!
I who proclaimed a liberated world.
I try to act, as agreed
I give you license despite my fears,
September always cost some flowers.
She encourages me with wisdom,
He has a tender and colorful speech.
Discover your soul, and it is my soul,
For her it is, that there is nothing lost,
I put wings on your feet,
But I look at her and she's 16!
But I look at her and she is 16?
Only among all we can make this a better place :)