Drink, drink, drink I want to sleep, convince me that there is no routine Tell me that the moon is red, that her cheeks are cheese And that rainbows sell imported And that's true, that the sky ran out of water And that the water sank into the desert Tell me, my life, that all this ends in a story Convince me to be happy, convince me Convince me not to die, convince me That it's not the same, happiness and gratitude Than a while between the two, than a life without your love Months of five weeks, years with four February To be August in your skin, a Saturday of January That the dream stayed awake and that the rose got dressed in pear Tell me, my life, that all this ends in a story Convince me to be happy, convince me Convince me not to die, convince me That it's not the same, happiness and gratitude Than a while between the two, than a life without your love Tell me, my life, that all this ends in a story Convince me to be happy, convince me Convince me not to die, convince me That it's not the same, happiness and gratitude Than a while between the two, than a life without your love Convince me that heaven exists