The dreams of lovers are like good wine
They give joy or sorrow
Weakened by hunger I am unhappy
Stealing along the way everything I can
For nothing is free in life.
Hope is a dish consumed too quickly
I am used to skipping meals
A lonely thief is sad to feed (see note here)
To us, I am bitter, I want to succeed
Because nothing is free in life.
No one will ever tell me that the race for ©stars, that's not for me
Let me amaze you, take flight
We're finally going to enjoy ourselves. . . ler
The party will finally begin
And take out the bottles, no more troubles
I'm setting the table, tomorrow new life
I'm happy at the idea of u200bu200bthis new destiny
A life of hiding, and then free at last
The feast is on my way
A life of hiding and then free at last
The feast is on my way. . . .