A little song for you.

Oh, old friends, believe me

We can be what we want to
We must be what we can

Let's make plans for the upcoming weeks

And in the upcoming years
Let's allow them to make us.

Open your eyes for those clowny days

And fold your arms for the bitter smiles.
Run through the rain as silly children
And giggle not to fall.

Oh, dear friends, believe me

We can be what we want to
We must be what we can.

Oh, old friends, in those nights

We will hold the silence in our hands
And let everything be fine, after all
We are what we want to be.