Already eleven, my eyes close, my
Head is slower, and I´m losing my self,
Like the light lost in the
Sorrow of the night.
Hand tired, head down, I can not
Stand it any longer, but a sight of my
Destiny keeps me awake, making
The cold and the sleep go away.
My future will be bright, I hear
My destiny, succes, I hope
My father will be proud up
In the dark sky of heaven.
This is the road, this is what
You have to do to be someone
In life, the same words we all hear,
But the ones only I listen.