A montanha mágica [English translation]

I am my own leader: I walk in circles

I balance myself between days and nights

My whole life, you expected something of me

Half-smile, half-moon, every afternoon

My poppy from India

My flower from Thailand

The sweet thing I have is you,

And you hurt me so much

What I once had has gone away

I am just a little tired

I don't know if it will end soon

My knee hurts

And there is nothing to do now

What is the use of angels?

Happiness lives here with me

Until further notice

Someone else is now living my life

I know that he dreams, thinks and feels

It is not by incidence of my indifference

I am a copy of what I do

What we have is what we have left

And we want more

My poppy from India

My flower from Thailand

The sweet thing I have is you,

And you hurt me so much

There is a lack of control which corrupts and grows

It could even be, but I am ready for one more

What is it that distorts and teaches?

What we did with our own lives

The mechanism of friendship

The mathematics of lovers

Now I am just a craftsman:

The rest are rubble

But it is clear that we will do him no wrong

That is not the reason why we are here

Every child with his own pocketknife

Every leader with his own .38

My poppy from India

My flower from Thailand

That's enough, I will change my life

Let the glass be filled to the brim

For I want a sunny day

And a glass of water