Be hard or dew
Be strong or weak
Be sweet or sour
Be fat or thin

We are part of a club without rules
Of which all enjoy of the human beauty
And we didn't kill dogs to I scream
Our idea nor it proceeds for stands

We are mystic, we are noble
Nor athletes, nor grown up
We are winner, of a public cup
We are managing, of a multiple partition

We are of anybody,
We loved each other
And life goes and it comes
And we went by her
As in a great circus
Where laughed her for one night
Of the poverty it interns and multinational