From the time you’ve been alone
It’s notorious that up you’ve gone
But what I heard about you
Made me sad, made me blue
In order to go up, you
Had first to go down too.
Everyone wants to go up
Life almost demands it
Even more when the climb
Has only the sky as its limit
But you can’t see the shame
For being born with blue blood,
Being on the highest rung of fame
And have your morals under the mud.
(*) based on the song Lama, lyrics by Mauro Duarte