An icy june in the tropicals
A season of brown savnnah
When the temperature in our land sets low
And the struggles of life rise high
This is when I choose us, I choose us over the rest
In the corridors of the hospital
With burning smells of disinfection
In air filled with high hopes
This is where I want us
A pair of us saving lives
Back on the beautiful bed we share
Lying exhausted side to side
As tired as giant armadilos
After a long day of fighting Azrel
Is the life I pray for us.
Above all, and above every one
Above the famous nosocomial joke
I choose to be with you
For this is my life, and I made my choice
And I choose us.