Aviador

I left your birthday party
With the feeling that you're getting older
You've become more cowardly
What are you afraid of, darling?
What are you afraid of, man?
Of being cynical, a ventriloquist, and a puppet again

It's clear that you confuse being a gentleman
With the mean and sulky attitude of a spoiled brat
What are you afraid of, baby?
Of retiring without benefits?
Of being deleted from the phone?

Do you fear, aviator?
Do you fear, aviator?
Aviator, don't be afraid
Aviator

The number 40 looms in the distance
And the belly rushes forward
As a comic revenge
What are you afraid of, sweety?
Of being bitten by the snake?
Of being stabbed in the back and not feeling so bad

Some say you've renewed yourself
And even found inner peace
In conducting audits
That there's no longer ideology
That only the day-to-day exists
It's quite pragmatic, isn't it?

So...

Do you fear, aviator?
Do you fear, aviator?
Aviator, don't be afraid
Aviator

Do you fear, aviator?
Do you fear, aviator?
Aviator, don't be afraid
Aviator

You hear that countdown
And your friendship is written in quotation marks
Now you're really scared
Now you feel it's too late
I'm going to delete you from my phone

What are you afraid of? What?
What are you afraid of? What?
What are you afraid of? What?
Do you have fear?

Do you fear, aviator?
Do you fear, aviator?
Aviator, don't be afraid
Ah, ah, ah