I was seven

Seven years old

Life is just perfect

6th-floor apartment in a good part of Lisbon, it's certain

I'm lucky, have two parents that love me, and my curtains

Full of sunray when I wake up, I don't need to be searching

For love or waiting for it like I'm Avicii, I got it

I wanted to be a surfer but now I think that's not it

Or a fireman, or policeman, I have no plans of dying young

I wanna play football, trying to convince Mom to sign me up

And I'm playing 'round in the hallways with Dad, if I score - two cheers

While Mom holds my newborn brother I've been asking for two years

I ask Mom to play with us, Dad tells me she's resting