Monomaniac [English translation]

Butterflies in the stomach...

(chorus)

You say that it's not about us, that I'm a wanderer and a bastard,

So I can not be as you like.

I have a clumsy construction, I drink wine and I smoke tobacco.

Monomaniac...

You're my crossbow, but I'm gonna break the back,

Even if you hide in the oldest bric-a-brac,

I would find you and make you feel

Butterflies in the stomach...

You go on, I stay.

Leave me here, let me drink,

Let me see how I can not

Get what I want and then lose everything.

Yes. Extremist probably, stupid than the rest,

Made of colors, often white and black,

The man with the sweet coffee that gets mad like a fool

When you change his music in the car.

The man who is not for anyone.

You little stupid girl, look around, there are many much better,

Choose whatever you want to keep up with,

But if you choose with your heart, you have be strong.

If you choose with your mind, love comes.

Listen, you, devouring of sighs and hearts,

I know it is not today and I know it is not tomorrow,

But I know I kept it for you, now you keep it!

Butterflies in the stomach...

(chorus)

Your sadism is funny, because your life is sad.

You seem to be hard and harsh because you're a masochist,

You are like a wrong track where some are slipping,

But you want to look right at least for one.

And he's already in your head, in the plan.

So it will not be ad-hoc and it will not be a hurricane,

And because you know - you hide your glance,

You're not afraid of disappointments, you're afraid of butterflies.

And yes, I have a problem with your friends...

They are all perfect, no lamb - just lions.

Carnivores in the wrong sense, and they give advice too,

About me and my friends,

Those who were close in hard times, not only for good times.

You don”t bet? Let it be, keep it in your mind!

Within maximum a year you will forget about yourself,

You will have another name, but you will not feel anymore

Butterflies in the stomach...

(chorus)