when I saw the walls almost slow
when I saw that the walnut trees were burning
when I saw how he lived I had turned around
an unexpected clarity appeared
if I was born without the gift of the beauty
if the grace of dancing had not been given to you
and if in addition to not dancing when you sang you were not in tune
all the other qualities were nullified
auuh...
Uuhh...
when I finally managed to get out of the discofien
when I saw with this the lightness of my conditions
and understood in childhood that they do know how to vary
just wish
may they forgive me
Uuhh...