Filosofia de Guerra (remix)

If I can't fly, I run
If I can't run, I walk
If I can't walk, I crawl
Chasing the dreams I aim for
That's why I die

I saw him there running using a prosthetic
And didn't hear a word complained emphatically
And heard another murmuring normally
In front of me, felt like punching, leaving him toothless

Damn, you have health and two legs for aerobics
And complain about life whining melancholically
Can't see the truth, it might be late
Life is a game so play this shit on very hard

Wished life was easy, just for a lula's son
With the IQ of a donkey crossed with a mule
But you're better than that man, stop feeling sorry
Don't be a weak powder addict

Look around, the sky used to be the limit my friend
Ask Santos Dumont if glory comes in months
He tried until losing count, was called crazy
But on the fourteenth, he got it right, multiply by two times

If I can't fly, I run
If I can't run, I walk
If I can't walk, I crawl
Chasing the dreams I aim for
That's why I die

Cristiano Ronaldo had heart problems
Messi had growth problems
And what do you have? Motivation problems
No, stop being a jerk, it's your rebirth

Cold as Russian winter, controlled emotion
Not even going back for momentum, calculated reaction
With the strength of a bear in the course, it's an unanswered shot
If it was easy, any crap would pass

Crises sent arrows that hit hurt
Want to be happy, cling to goals, not people
People die, go beyond, heaven or hell
So focus on doing very well, that way it'll be eternal

Take the notebook, think of the suit with Italian cut
And get out of the modern hell, don't be lukewarm in plans
Show off books read written by earth's geniuses
And listen, my comrade, to my War Philosophies

If I can't fly, I run
If I can't run, I walk
If I can't walk, I crawl
Chasing the dreams I aim for
That's why I die