When I was younger they would tell me I had no clue as they nodded their heads from side to side
As I would skip on by yelling ''Viva la vida! The world is mine! '
Now I know what they referred to...
A clue would have been useful, thank you for your silence.
I will overcome this hill
In spite of you.
The world is mine.
Population: not you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem