I sing because I always wake up with the same sorrows
With the open wounds that remain unhealed
I wander along the paths, through deserts, through the jungle
Crossing the wide seas, towards nowhere
I sing because I get tired of giving explanations
I have no solutions, why ask so much?
I jump from bed to bed, from mouth to mouth, from skirt to skirt
I don't go back the way I came, I never look back
And there is no better or worse, because with the people I stumble upon
They suffer from the same pain, they are the same , the same pain
There is no better or worse, if you are still or in movement
You suffer the same pain, you are the same, the same pain
I sing because I fed up with crowded places
Of boring schemes to achieve security
I start from here to another place, baby crows, and they eat your eyes later
I sing because I get up, always with the same pains
And there is no better or worse, because with the people I stumble upon
They suffer from the same pain, they are the same, the same pain
There is no better or worse, if it is Whether you are still or moving
You suffer the same pain, you are the same, the same pain