O Primeiro Dia

At first it's simple, you walk alone
You pass through the streets very slowly
You feel good in the silence and in the hustle and bustle
You drink certainties in a glass of wine
And a cliché comes to mind
Today is the first day of the rest of your life
Today is the first day of the rest of your life

Little by little the step becomes vagabond
You turn fear around, you turn the world around
You talk about the past, which is dying
You drink encouragement from a bottomless glass
And a cliché comes to mind
Today is the first day of the rest of your life
Today is the first day of the rest of your life

And then friends offer us a bed
You enter tired and leave refreshed
You fight for everything you hold dear
You drink, you eat, and someone says: Enjoy
And a cliché comes to mind
Today is the first day of the rest of your life
Today is the first day of the rest of your life

Then tiredness comes and the body weakens
You look inside and there is little left
You ask for rest, however short it may be
You erase doubts in a sea of beer
And a cliché comes to mind
Today is the first day of the rest of your life
Today is the first day of the rest of your life

Finally, a choice becomes a challenge
You face life from end to end
You sail without sea, without sail or ship
You drink courage even from an empty glass
And a cliché comes to mind
Today is the first day of the rest of your life
Today is the first day of the rest of your life

And meanwhile time turns embers into ashes
And another high tide will come from the ebb
A new day is born and another wing on your arm
You toast to loves with the house wine
And a cliché comes to mind
Today is the first day of the rest of your life
Today is the first day of the rest of your life