I have learned in this life from the good and the bad
I have risen through the sky and I have crawled through the mud
More than thirty-five years And two hundred and ten defects
And I have touched madness with the tips of my fingers
I go looking at myself in puddles
I don't need mirrors
I know I'm much more handsome
When I don't feel ugly
I never feel Neither power nor fortune have been interested in them
What I admire are the flowers that grow in the trash
Where have your dreams gone? You have a naked soul.
After the wave broke, all we had left was the foam.
I'm looking at myself in the puddles
I don't need a mirror
I know I'm much more handsome
When I don't feel ugly.
Ugly, ugly, ugly, I think...