It's like dying of fear
for something,
Putting your arm forward
and the other to the side
You don't talk to me,
I don't talk to you
Very simple
It's like dying of a broken heart
for something as well,
Eating salt and sugar at the same time
If you talk to me
I talk to you
Because I'm dying...
I'm dying of enthusiasm
Of enthusiasm...
To know what it is
And what is said when I die
Of enthusiasm, of enthusiasm...
The boats go and come here,
Enjoy the shore and later they leave.