Im so afraid of the mistakes that I made
Taking every time that I wake
I feel like a cut-boiled and cut-up man
So give me a child when the countries will lie
And the storyline is kind
All days are made since the first days
Ive lived every line that you wrote
Take me down, take me down from the shelf above your head
And give me a child when the countries will lie
And the storyline is kind
I live for a myth, from the shelf like the rest
And the envelope please like a sad song
Please pick-up your camera and use me again
So give me a child when the countries will lie
And the storyline is kind