Some of us are made to live,
Some of us are made to dream,
Some of us are made to kill,
We're all about to die...
There's something, somewhere,
risky place, a kind of [bad word] 
Attractive, impressive,
Where freedom dwells!

Some of us are made to live,
Some of us are made to dream,
Some of us are made to kill,
We're all about to die...

I leave behind the quiet sea
to join the place where real storms are.
I feel the warmth of a new stream
Healing the hips of my deepest dream...
 [bad word]  the march is on...
Ocean breeze... Freedom teases me on!

There's something, somewhere,
risky place, a kind of [bad word] 
Attractive, impressive,
Where freedom dwells!

Surrending everything, I got to go
To somewhere called a new life, version 2.0!