Crazy
that's what my friends call me
who are only witness
of my easy virtue
Crazy
they do not know what I feel
nor about the remorse
that hides in my soul.
I have to mask with cheerfulness
all my sadness
and to dispel all the nightmares
that are in my head
By laughter I have to quench
the sorrows that would eat me up
when my heart weeps
my lips must smile.
Even if I feel contempt for a man
I have to dissimulate love
and admiration when he is stupid
and when he is a coward show fear
Me, who I have not belonged
to where I belong now,
have to forget now who I have been
have to forget now who I am.