This is the song that the hermit crabs sing to their old shells before leaving in search of a new shell:
I was aware
that this would not happen,
but in the improbable
nobody knows how to wait.
You will be a beautiful past,
a past of those that you tell and you start crying.
When I'm on the other side
there are things that I will miss.
But I don't think twice, it's all right,
I will go for a new place.
Now I know that in defeat
there is always something to gain.
But I don't think twice, it's all right,
I will go for a new place.
I know it's a matter of comfort.
I will understand
sometimes
changing is a necessity.
How many waves did I see coming?
How many waves did not I see leave?
Whatever happens...
Just do not stop loving.
How many waves did I see coming?
How many waves did not I see leave?
I hope you're happy...
I will not forget you.
But I don't think twice, it's all right,
I will go for a new place.
Now I know that in defeat
there is always something to gain.
But I don't think twice, it's all right,
I will go for a new place.
I know it's a matter of comfort.
I will understand
sometimes
changing is a necessity.