One day when I was showing my rifle to a stranger
He told me it was beautiful, especially with my name engraved on it
Then he turned it around, and pointed the barrel at me
Told me "hands up"
Then saluted me and left

And I was like the moon
Not proud of myself
But without resentment
Life is like that
Yes, it's like that

The next day in the newspapers I learned that I was wanted
They said under my photo that the bank had been robbed
And that I had forgotten my rifle on the counter
I was feeling down
While reading my paper

And I was like the moon
Not proud of myself
But without resentment
Life is like that
Yeah, it's like that

A few days later he came to see me in my prison
He was with my wife whom I thought was at home
He looked sorrowful and told me with angelic eyes
"We came to see you"
"To bring you some oranges"

And I was like the moon
Not proud of myself
But without resentment
Life is like that
Yeah, it's like that

Fortunately in my prison, I made myself in a short time
Shoes with heels at the back and heels at the front
So much so that my jailers didn't know which way I was going
When they saw me pass by
They couldn't catch me

They were like the moon
A bit foolish
But without resentment
Cleaned, it's like that
Yeah, it's like that

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