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 is gonna course like a history book
don't be frightened of turning the page
cause it's is all the same
it will always be the same