Who knows if I'm happy
Or if get happy with
Never telling anyone
What I feel
Who knows if I'm happy...
I never asked my mother
How her first kiss was
If they talk about love
And if they later make it
The original sin
Marks the generations:
We're children until one day
When we also turn into fathers
Who knows if I'm happy
Or if get happy with
Never telling anyone
What I feel
Who knows if I'm happy
Or if get happy with
Never asking anyone
What they feel
Who knows if I'm happy
Or if I'll get happy
We turned into adults out of habit
And we no longer get surprised
With handbooks on jokes
With porn, with the cellphones
The empty boxes of
Dumped condoms
The kisses in the mouth back at school
Forbidden, the trap of idealized loves
Who knows if I'm happy
Or if get happy with
Never telling anyone
What I feel
Who knows if I'm happy
Or if get happy with
Never asking anyone
What they feel
I never talked with my father
About sex
I ask myself
If with my son I'll do the same
Who knows if I'm happy
Or if get happy with
Never asking anyone
What they feel
I never talked with my father
About sex
I ask myself
If with my son I'll do the same
Who knows if I'll get happy...