You're right
I don't love you but the illusion of you
The illusion of us sharing a wooden-roofed house
The illusion of a lit fireplace on Christmas day
The idea of not being alone at the age of 50.
You're right
I don't love you, but your patience
When you try to understand me
Because I'm mentally exalted
And I've never come to your house
To shake hands with your father
I love the illusion
Of someone going to the cinema with me
But I'm supposed to love you
You're convinced you have the truth in your pocket
Only because nobody else has
And you keep believing a donkey is there
In the sky it flies away
And you're right
I'm afraid of looking into myself and finding out
I'm not made for fair things
But I can't love you just because you're something beautiful
Because my culture
has taught me to get married with decent women
I can't love the illusion
Of somebody who believes in me
I'm supposed to love you
And protect you from my cowardice
From wrong analisys, from my hypochondria
I can't love the illusion
Of somebody who believes in me
I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
And you keep believing a donkey is there
In the sky it flies away
In the sky, in the sky it flies away
The donkey... the sky...
Uuuh- ah ah ah…
Uuuh- ah ah ah…