| Some of us are made to live, | |
| Some of us are made to dream, | |
| Some of us are made to kill, | |
| We're all about to die... | |
| There's something, somewhere, | |
| A risky place, a kind of hell, | |
| Attractive, impressive, | |
| Where freedom dwells! | |
| Some of us are made to live, | |
| Some of us are made to dream, | |
| Some of us are made to kill, | |
| We're all about to die... | |
| I leave behind the quiet sea | |
| to join the place where real storms are. | |
| I feel the warmth of a new stream | |
| Healing the hips of my deepest dream... | |
| Tomorrow comes, the march is on... | |
| Ocean breeze... Freedom teases me on! | |
| There's something, somewhere, | |
| A risky place, a kind of hell, | |
| Attractive, impressive, | |
| Where freedom dwells! | |
| Surrending everything, I got to go | |
| To somewhere called a new life, version 2.0! |