What are you made of?
Of stone or ice,
That you don't know how to feel
Love or jealousy.
You're nothing like me
I'm sure of that.
You're nothing like me.
God did not make you
Out of flesh and bone
You're nothing like me.
God did not make you
Out of flesh and bone
And so
Don't you dare usurp the right
to judge my feelings,
or criticize my attitude.
I am
But a woman of flesh and bone
In constant search of the kisses
She never got from you.
I leave you
As a reminder and a grievance
Half of this suffering
and a piece of my cross
I'll go on
My way just a bit longer
Until I find those kisses
That I never got from you.
(Repeated until the end)