Years gone by,

I still can’t fly.

High school waves ‘bye-bye’,

Years gone by.

Having fun as I know,

born to walk alone,

to the path I own,

having fun as I know.

Missunderstood and reckless,

following my dreams

and living in sins,

missunderstood and reckless.

Original by birth,

free my mind,

used to be one of a kind,

original by birth.

Being me means being happy,

means love and sweetness,

freedom, rebelion, goodness,

being me means being happy.

I am the sound of life,

of nature, mountains,

rivers and seas,

I am the sound of life.

The one that picked the freedom,

the simplicity and the beauty,

the inner peace and the man’s duty,

the one that picked the freedom.

The star that twinkles,

when you hear the sound within,

when you don’t smile to her thin,

the star that twinkles.

The one that was born again and again,

and still has a strong will

to dance and twirl,

the one that was born again and again.

The one that cries

when there appears to be no hope in their eyes,

when hears satanic lullabies,

the one that cries.

The always changing twins,

angelic and demonic,

frantic, extatic and sardonic,

the always changing twins.

Dancing with the night,

going on with the fight,

happy being right,

dancing with the night.