I've laced my shoes so tight
before I run,
I've pasted the pages
of the calendar,
I've improved my smile
..but when this song
will end
I'll be
3 minutes older.
It's time to dust again
the paper bags,
to shine and calibrate
the compa**,
and follow the hurricane
as long as
it comes back breeze again,
‘cause when this song
will end
I'll be
3 minutes older.