You, man, you, god,
father then my boy,
clinging to my breast,
between an insult and a kiss.
And woman does not mean crazy,
nor a martyr who certainly gets boring;
you are strong, because you know how to say mine,
you are nothing as soon as I run away.
Let's open up,
screaming hatred for a while of love,
but at least let's open up,
screaming hate for a little love,
to feel natural,
more naked, more real.
And a woman , woman, you,
if you want more, what should I do,
in fairy tales I saw myself as king, victor.
Selling smoke, selling war,
I was selling myself, I was selling violence,
and I am left without any more poetry
to be a man,
to make you my stuff.
Embrace me,
screaming hate for a little love,< br/>but now hug me,
laughing hate for a little love,
to feel natural,
more naked, more real