The Race of Life

Why is everyone here making me hot
making [bad word]  I feel pressured
the race of life, thirty, forty
at that age you should already be settled

And I don't have time, I want to go to the beach
Just because I feel like lying on the hot sand
Not to think too much, to maybe look at the birds
It's a little too much for me- a life that is too organized

Travelling through time, and when the small hand (of the clock)
gets closer to the digit I look in the mirror
The race of life, thirty, forty
at an age like that you should be settled

And I don't have time...

Be connected, be happy
be deliberate, it's much cooler
lose some weight, it'll be easy for you
be like everyone else, don't stand out
because you have no time, you have no time...

and I don't have time...