[Verse 1]
It's 95/96, I don't even think that you know it
The streets are gray like from the chronicles, everyone's arming, there's a lot of skins and punks
A young boy without pacts, a little boy with no chance here
Despite this, I'm flying in clothes from lumpeks and the cheapest sneakers from the market
Another more than very different
In long hair like Samson (Samson)
A few wanted to tease me: "cut it, kid!"
You know where I have it
Another world in my head (head)
Because everyday is not easy (no, no)
She was at home, hehe
Today is good (good), then it was too crowded

[Chorus]
I'm flying again through the city (city)
In long hair like Samson (Samson)
I feel strong again, I feel free
I do not care if they are looking again
And I do not stand at attention (no, no)
And I do not stand like most (no, no)
I'm going back to my own, calm again
A bit naive, like a child
I'm flying again through the city (city)
In long hair like Samson (Samson)
I feel strong again, I feel free
I do not care if they are looking again
And I do not stand at attention (no, no)
And I do not stand like most (no, no)
I'm going back to my own, calm again
A bit naive, like a child
[Verse 2]
Then I wanted to be exactly like those I just had to avoid
And not to stand out, do not stand up
It was my Dalila
I mistakenly felt that there was strength in the group
Today I see that a-a-a ...
Strength is where am I, Yeah!
I wanted to live like others for a long time
I've wasted so many young years
Now I'm listening to what's inside
And others want to live like me
And that's why I wish you, that you know, that it is not worth living with others
Even if they have to point your finger at you
Like me when I walk in my hair like Samson

[Chorus]
I'm flying again through the city (city)
In long hair like Samson (Samson)
I feel strong again, I feel free
I do not care if they are looking again
And I do not stand at attention (no, no)
And I do not stand like most (no, no)
I'm going back to my own, calm again
A bit naive, like a child
I'm flying again through the city (city)
In long hair like Samson (Samson)
I feel strong again, I feel free
I do not care if they are looking again
And I do not stand at attention (no, no)
And I do not stand like most (no, no)
I'm going back to my own, calm again
A bit naive, like a child
[Outro]
There is nothing more than what you have inside yourself, Kid
There is nothing more than that...
There is nothing more than what you have inside yourself, Kid
There is nothing more than that...
There is nothing more than what you have inside yourself, Kid
There is nothing more than that...
There is nothing more than what you have inside yourself, Kid
There is nothing more than that...