The petal or the thorn,
The sun or the shade
I don't know which one to choose,
I'm afraid I'd be digging my own grave
The river or the lake,
Slowly, in a rush
This unbearable nervousness,
The buzzer or the bomb
If I am ever one of you,
I won't be an asset
'No'
Is the first word I learned
When I saw that I was a boy
And that my mother was disappointed
And that my hair was not blond
And when I realized
That it was not my real home,
I went unnoticed
Listen to the story of a boy
The fight or the prose,
The caress or the amber
Mama, here are some roses
That can wither away in your room
The crook or the lout,
The chamber music
This unbearable thing
Born from lips or tongues
If I am ever one of you,
I won't be an asset
'No'
Is the first word I learned
When I saw that I was a boy
And that my mother was disappointed
And that my hair was not blond
The whole world cheated on me,
But it doesn't look the part
Those who sold out will be scattered
Listen to the story of a boy,
The story of a boy,
The story of a boy