No matter how many people together
form to perish the one person who is
born to win nothing can happen to that person.
Phthonus got all the friends,
wicked and evil friends . . .
who helped Phthonus . . . so lame
who were with Phthonus all the time.
And yet . . . ! Phthonus rots!
Phthonus made the ones I love hurt me bad.
Kept my ones with her, all I did was leave them to her.
She strikes with all her force, she got even my friends.
But the ones who were mine were mine.
And when I looked back it was none.
I stood alone,
and I stood right here,
Seems that all the power of good wanted to help me.
I left and started a new life . . .
I got rid of all the negative;
stronger than before;
Nature is my friend,
alone yet I won all the battles.
All happy here on . . .
I got only happiness and love.
Triumph in the life!
And I move on . . . !
Life also goes on but the peace I made is awesome.
Now it's only el éxito en la vida!
Dream on . . . dream on . . . dream on
until it comes true.
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