He is already guilty
who is too weak,
let it live or throw it away.

Who will be satisfied
who will not undertake,
who is absent

If it's just inertia without will
if you expect, you never give

Without sweat it will not come, for sure
Of so many alibis that you make of it
if you hide behind them
Because the bill arrives sooner or later,
beware

It is you
that man hanging from a dream.
It is you
a half work.
You are a king
defend your kingdom.
Either you or nobody,
you write your destiny

The law is uncomfortable,
it involves the soul.
It makes you think too badly.
Finding yourself fragile and vulnerable.
Precarious, love all those talents of yours,
but don't forget honesty.
Put the feelings in the square and then
learn
Let's do some cleaning
old grudges and that jealousy
That this life will condemn us
or absolve us

It is you
the best judge.
You're
what you will prove.
You will be
before father a son,
your advice:
a medicine or a gesture of pity
A static world,
which stimulates the most,
bad examples right in your home.
It is hard to grow if who will breed
he lies to you.
The beautiful country no longer breathes
He too has become suspicious.
Once upon a time and now it is gone
respect

More than a faded soul.
More than banality
If you give meaning to this life
if the end is good,
your conscience does
will absolve you