Cara B [English translation]

If when you get home

you see me quiet

listening to the Waltz

of grieft,

Have mercy of this lack of light,

I'm just a coing that has two tails sides

and if you noticed me distant

and I'm next to you,

like a bad replica of what I was,

take this sudden change as a joke,

I'm just a copy of myself, you've got the original

Do not listen to the mystery,

you know the truth,

that there is nothing worse

than taking my quietness personal

Get closer and talk to me,

you know the reason,

there is nothing worse for this heart

than an empty house

Let this lack of faith pass,

this broken record

that only has a tail side