Vida [English translation]

No one chooses his family

or his race when he's born,

nor whether he’ll be rich, poor, good, bad,

a brave one or a coward.

We are born because of the decision

that was not consulted with us

and no one can promise us what the results will be.

When we are born we don’t know

even our name,

nor which will be our footpath,

nor what the future hides.

Between the christening and the funeral

everyone finds his way

and with his decisions - his destination.

We are one more deck of cards

of the game that someone else has started,

and each of us will bet

with the hand he has inherited.

Life is the door

where they don’t charge you for the entrance

and the soul is the ticket that all your life long

they tear up every time you pay.

And every step leaves a footprint,

and every footprint creates a history,

and every past day is a star

on the sky of the memory,

and the tide of time brings and takes away

our contradictions,

and between returns and farewells

the wounds1are healed.

And every friend is a family

that we choose among strangers,

and between waiting and meeting

over the years one learns

that our soul listens

only our to conscience,

and that one thing is to be a male

and another - to be a man.

No one chooses his family

or his race when his born,

nor whether we’ll be good, bad, pretty, ugly

innocent or guilty.

From the birth until the death

the whole life is a slope,

what we’ll do depends on our willpower.

I dream about a different world,

where our love would never end,

where we would never reject the rights of others,

where we would never forget to give a helping hand

to the one who was left behind.

I dream about a different world,

where our love would never end,

and about the one who would know more

and would show the rest the way to this world,

so that all of us would learn

a little more about the world.

I dream about a different world,

where our love would never end,

and to leave our Earth

being better than it was when we arrived,

with the hope of a child

and this summer heat.

I dream about a different world,

where our love would never end...

1. Literally: "mistakes".