How complex life is! We are born
We grow, we develop, we procreate
And we die, but we live uncertain things
That open our doubts, and make us think bis

Sometimes we think of life after death
We still think about what we were before we were born
We draw conclusions but those conclusions
They bring us more doubts in our lives

How complex life is! We are born
We grow, we develop, we procreate
And we die, but we live uncertain things
That open our doubts, and make us think bis

We think about what they will say because always
We have to inadvertently give an account
To society, that society that represses
And it makes the human being unhappy
But we want to search for answers
Life is uncertain

How complex life is! We are born
We grow, we develop, we procreate
And we die, but we live uncertain things
That open our doubts, and make us think bis