Tired of looking
In the sadness of your eyes
Your slow walk
And this heart so lame
Tired of swimming
In this storm of anger
Your soul is not sold
Your skin is not made of gold
Tired of swimming
In this storm of anger
Your soul is not sold
Your skin is not made of gold
Tired of listening to you
Between complaints and sobs
Life is not lost
Stop saying it to others
There is something that has already been given to you
Rather open your eyes wide
It is a heart and a soul
That are capable of anything
And what does it matter what everyone says
Sometimes I am happy
And I have nothing and I want everything
I sometimes am happy
I am struck by lightning and hit my eye
br/>Sometimes I am happy
And what do I care what everyone says?
Sometimes I am happy
To complain I would have to be dead