But when will my life begin
It's the same every morning seven o'clock when I wake upNow start working, I'm going to clean to floorSweep it till it shines and wash those clothes well and cleanClean it again then look at the clock, it's seven fifteenNow it's my time to read, I can read as many as i wantAnd add a few more details in my own galleryPlay guitar and knittingAnd make something tastyBut when will my life begin
Just after that, I'll play some puzzle and I'm going to make cookiesMake a mask and dance ballet and play chestMake some potteries, train my accent and dry those candlesStretch myself, add some more detailsClimb up, then sew a dressThen I'll go learn some more, if I have time to spareI'll go draw some more, there should be still some spaceAnd I'll have to deal with my hair without stoppingIt feels like living here a day just like living here for a yearI can't stop thinking, I'm thinking, I'm thinkingBut when will my life begin
Tomorrow night, shining lights will appearJust like every year, at my birthdayWhat does that day's sky looks likeI'm already grow upWill mom let me go ?