On the starting line before the race
in which you and I are supposed to run
in order to break
my and your record
which is not high or low
an average record that I don’t want
and you don’t want
we want (it) to be higher
to touch the sky

And I get confused and fall
ah…ah…ah…ah…

The star gun (goes off), you open fast
and I’m behind you
I don’t give up
staying with the pace that you dictate
and the pace is fast, it overcomes all the time
neither of us is saving their energy
and it seems the finish line
is getting even more distant.

And I get confused and fall…

Last lap, I have difficulties breathing
I stop running, stop in the corner
and see as you make your dream
come true

And I get confused and fall…