I’d like to be myself,
I’d like to be myself at last!
I’d like to be myself,
I’d like to be myself one day!
I’d like to be myself,
I’d like to be myself at last!
I’d like to be myself,
I’d like to be myself one day!
Like every morning, over the stain of a newspaper
I wash down a shortbread with coffee.
Nobody will be telling me; I know what to do.
I throw the glass at the wall, I want to leave.
On the staircase the caretaker, a broom in his hand,
is too afraid to even bow back.
I clutch his shoulders in a grey windbreaker
and I yell at the scared face right in the nose:
I’d like to be myself,
I’d like to be myself at last!
I’d like to be myself,
I’d like to be myself one day!
I’d like to be myself,
I’d like to be myself at last!
I’d like to be myself,
I’d like to be myself one day!
I’m holding onto the wall like a drunk man,
the crowd around is dancing, as if possessed by the tango.
The tired feet trample on the crown,
the king of the ball is lingering with craziness in his eyes.
In gratitude, Magda grabs my hands,
and I don’t mind, she looks lovely in this dress.
"What’s the hurry? What’s the hurry?
Come on, we have all the time in the world
to be ourselves,
to be ourselves one day!
To be ourselves,
to be ourselves at last!"
I’d like to be myself,
I’d like to be myself at last!
I’d like to be myself,
I’d like to be myself one day!
We want to be ourselves,
we want to be ourselves at last!
We want to be ourselves,
we want to be ourselves one day!
We want to be ourselves,
we want to be ourselves one day!
We want to be ourselves,
we want to be ourselves at last!
We want to be ourselves,
we want to be ourselves one day!
We want to be ourselves,
we want to be ourselves at last!
We want to be ourselves,
we want to be ourselves at last!
We want to be ourselves,
we want to be ourselves one day!
We want to be ourselves,
we want to be ourselves at last!
We want to be ourselves,
we want to be ourselves one day!