I got sick of the now
more and more often I raised my elbow
I abandoned my notes
I decided to be a comedian
Making all the people laugh
seemed much more inviting to me
br/>that my biography
seems like a parody
telling it is relevant
Who knows what this growing desire depends on
to toast and get the mind drunk
/>until the effect wears off and where is it
It was here, here in front of me
those people laughed with me
I became cynical
and less and less melancholic
disturbed, a little schizophrenic
clown with pathetic make-up
somewhat irritable, very vulnerable
Now almost more and more unstable
I made myself invisible to the world
yet people laughed
how satisfying it was to make them laugh
And I loved lost and unconscious
I loved both everything and nothing
I lived for a while between streets and hotels
then I don't know, I remember deserts
tears, slightly uncertain smiles
tears after my concerts
miserable nights on the toilet
laughing while looking at a reflection
I'm a comedian
making all the people laugh
it seemed much more inviting to me
since I have a discography
that can be thrown away
it has never been of any use to me
br/>Who knows what it depends on
this growing fear of mine
the more I drink the more quickly
the effect fades and I wonder why
It was here, here in front of me
Those people laughed at me

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