I was cold in a dream
Somewhere close to the surface
Between the ice and the stream
There is three inches of air
So I swam towards the light

I let my breath get there first
When I opened my eyes
I saw myself in the mirror
And I knew I would do like my father has done
Yes, we will never break from these chains
Your life´s gonna course like a history book
Don´t be frightened of turning the page
´Cause it´s all the same, it will always be the same