Columnae

Some of us are made to live,

Some of us are made to dream,

Some of us are made to kill,

We're all about to die

There's something, somewhere,

A risky place, a kind of hell,

Attractive, impressive,

Where freedom dwells!

Some of us are made to live,

Some of us are made to dream,

Some of us are made to kill,

We're all about to die

I leave behind the quiet sea

to join the place where real storms are.

I feel the warmth of a new stream

Healing the hips of my deepest dream

Tomorrow comes, the march is on

Ocean breeze... Freedom teases me on!

There's something, somewhere,

A risky place, a kind of hell,

Attractive, impressive,

Where freedom dwells!

Surrending everything, I got to go

To somewhere called a new life, version 2.0!