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I am the firstborn
Continuity, redemption
A future to be written by both of us
Above sadness, towards tomorrow

Your place will become mine
A silent dispute that no one chose
It's the natural order
Preparation for life

The pressure of growing up
In increasing hostility
Our game of provocations
Fragments of an identity
Impossible to convey to you

With harsh words
It deformed me, but taught me to fight back
I fought back with silence
Secure indifference
Without knowing that was my inheritance

I remember your incisive humor
Somewhat incorrect
Collective future
Sunday lunches
Full house, full of life

Growing up
In increasing hostility
Our game of provocations
The end is an unwanted certainty
No chance to say goodbye

It would be great if we could see each other
It would be a privilege to receive advice from you
Today we are the same age
But now I am the father
Living other conflicts
A new path to follow

In increasing hostility
Our game of provocations
The end is an unwanted certainty
No chance to say goodbye