With infinite hounour I will write her two simple words
I wanted to tell her that now, as never before
The motto is to survive
The situation of my being
It is so hectic
That I never thought that it would become good for solitude
As a bashful servant but slave
I do politics
I do politics
As an unearned reward
I do not have a value
I do not have a value
With infinite honour I ask her
If dying explains it
And how much more we will pay the price of gratitude
With infinite honour I will admit to her that I feel plastic
And that is why I have learned to live daydreaming myself
I pay organized protection money
And they protect me
And they protect me
I pay a price too much discounted
They allow me this
They allow me this
What can I do
To be different
I have picked strawberries
In the driest desert
I have been the greatest king
And I had no more rules
With infinite honour I ask her
If dying is worthwhile
And if the image of new saint brings happiness
With infinite honour I ask her, it is always necessary to tell
The truth, the truth
That is the biggest lie
As a bashful servant but slave
I do politics
I do politics
As an unearned reward
I do not have a value
I do not have a value
I pay organized protection money
And they protect me
And they protect me
I pay a price too much discounted
They allow me this
They allow me this