I ask you not to look at me well,
I ask you not to look at me badly.
I ask you, then, not to admire me
I ask, then, that you do not follow me
that I'm just singing a little
for singing.
I ask for a simple night,
I ask for a very humble night
for me.
I ask for a very small night
to be
alone.
Who was going to tell me
When I was looking by the sea
snails of pain.
If you get to know me
at that time
Oh my!
I would have been laughingstock
and not me.
And everything is the fault of my hands
have not seen my hands up close?
they are still metal
hard and soft like me.
Who wants to come see me today,
who wants to feel sleep,
who wants to meet me,
who is going to tell me that he knows me
and he will put his hands to the fire
to burn to the memory.
Who wants fair with disaster,
who wants a kiss of suspicion,
Who wants more
and then leave me alone.
Already.
What do you expect from the inferior man,
what do they expect from the common man
who does not know about love
If we are only mirages
abstract in effervescence,
Forbidden kisses at the door of the sun.
What do you expect, then, from an umbrella
with nightmare colors.
Out of me
and do not look back.
Out of here
and do not look for me.
Plus.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)