In my life there are ways,
there are days, shapes and braves.
There are doubts, and there are paths,
there are drunk and sober rats.

I saw the ways,
I embrace these days,
cause I know the braves.

She shows me paths,
she clears my doubts.

There are still rats,
and there is truth,
there is love and there is hurt.

What we will be,
we can never know,
but for love
we are made for.

Love will give you ways,
while you're in love
you'll have the days for braves.

Love will show you paths,
love will let you see the truth,
where there is love,
you don't care for hurt.

Today, about life I know a thing or two,
but as for love?
I can feel our love is true,
and I feel my love to you.