When I was a young boy I used to seek pleasure.
When I was a young boy I used to run with freedom.
Outside the bushes, behind the roads.

When I was a young boy I used to search paths.
When I was a young boy I used to follow them.
With mama, or with papa.

One evening, one evening, I ran through the door.
Came outside and stumbled down in disbelief not being able to comprehend how or why.

And suddenly, and suddenly I saw something different.
Orange, orange, orange.
Someone in orange with a bold head.

At that time, at that time, I smiled and felt the serenety of my childhood.