Tribu

They were like that
From a young age labeled as something abnormal
And what does it matter?
Almost certainly I was the terror of some parents
Who would have thought?

They can take
Or give me advice not always good
But in the end, without hesitation
If something breaks me, from somewhere they will appear
They won't leave me

We are a pack, brothers, of the soul
The shoulder that lifts me up
My tribe, team, my race
Those who stand up for me

We are a pack, brothers, of the soul
The people who accompany me
My tribe, team, my race
The hand that supports me

I can cry
Almost certainly, more than one of them will also cry
One will laugh
And suddenly we will make fun of reality
Until dawn

It's always the same
There's no lack of boyfriends, exes, or wives who will complain
Insecurity
Because I walk with wolves, free and crazy who make me think
That if they hurt me, they do care about me
There's always someone else
Someone else
Someone else
Someone else

We are a pack, brothers, of the soul
The shoulder that lifts me up
My tribe, team, my race
Those who stand up for me

We are a pack, brothers, of the soul
The people who accompany me
My tribe, team, my race
The hand that supports me

And although there have been some Judases out there
Thanks to them, I learned to survive
On the other hand, when it's my funeral
I know perfectly well who won't let me down
Lifting me up and carrying me on their shoulders
Once again

We are a pack, brothers, of the soul
The shoulder that lifts me up
My tribe, team, my race
Those who stand up for me

We are a pack, brothers, of the soul
The people who accompany me
My tribe, team, my race
The hand that supports me