With so many clubs that gave you life
and yet you are still giving life dreams.
You're a madman who never gets tired
Open windows and grow the constellations.
With so many clubs that gave you the night
so much cruelty and cold and so afraid
you're a sad look crazy
He only knows love with all the chest.
Build kites and poems
and other nonsense that the wind.

You're a sad look crazy
He feels a new world is born.
With so many clubs that gave you life
and still not get tired of saying: I love you.