Bipolar [English translation]

No, not you, no...

No, not you, no...

I, who was once pretty, suffered the mirror

Trying to find the imperfections that now are beautiful.

I review my grey hair and my wrinkles that undermine esteems,

My demons are mocking of it, lowering my expectations.

I rebel against everything in broad daylight...

No, not you, no

No, not you, no

I have laughed, cried and screamed in a single second.

Facing the noise my mind has fled seeking refuge.

I shook my lapels angrily while yelling:

"Wake up! Come back with energy!

This is not you, this is not you!”.

I will look for a spring or

A summer here on the beach,

Walk barefoot in Area Brava,

Reconnect with who I was.

Fasten flowers in my hair and fly...

No, not you, not you.

No, not you, not you.

Embrace your mind,

No, not you,

You won't be able to hide,

No, not you...

I'll be able to find

A place for both of us

Where I can live

With the worst version of me.

If I can get up and learn from my tumbles,

What's wrong with feeling like this?

It helps me to be aware of the bad and the good...

And no, not me, no!

No, not me, no!

I'm not giving up!

No, not anymore...

I'm not giving up!

No, not anymore...

I'm not even censoring myself!

No, not anymore...

Feeling makes me free!

I respect my mind,

Its anguish and its brilliance,

Its precise line,

Its own balance!

No, not you, no.