you, man you, god
father, then my boyfriend
hung on my breast
between a insult and a kiss
and "woman" doesn't mean "crazy"
or either martyr, which of course becomes boring
you are strong, because you can say "mine (girl)"
you are nothing as soon as I run away
let's open ourselves
shouting hate for a bit of love
but let's open ourselves, at least
shouthing hate for a bit of love
to feel ourselves natural
more naked, more true
and woman, woman you
if you want more, what do I have to do
inside fairy tales I used to see myself a king, winner
selling smoke, selling war
I used to sell myself, I used to sell violence
and I am remained without poem* anymore
to act as a man
to make you a stuff of mine
embrace me
shouting hate for a bit of love
but now embrace me
shouting hate for a bit of love
to feel ourselves natural
more nude, more true