It is useless to lie to myself
Fooling myself, trying to say
That never in my life
Never in my life have I ever liked sweet bread
Because I may try to hide it
The truth is that I loved sweet bread
I couldn't live without sweet bread
All I needed was to see a baker shop that I
That I entered it to buy
It is useless to lie to myself
Because deep within, deep within I know well
That all this story of not having sugar
That all this story of not having white bread
That all this story of living only of honey and whole bread
It all started way later
After a time in which I was
I was so completely naïve, so unwilling
That the sweet delicacies of any sweet
Languidly seduced me
And my tongue suffered of an uncontrollable fascination
For golden pastries and crystallized fruit
Like rubies, embedded in the bread's crunchy crust
But now, now everything is different
If I see a baker shop, I star pouting, I even doubt
How could I one day get in there so much?
Because although I want, although I really want
To lie to myself, to fool myself, trying to say
That never in my life never in my life have I ever liked sweet bread
If I take a thorough exam, honestly, I have to admit
That the truth, my friends,
At least when it comes to types of wheat
The harsh truth, whoever it may hurt,
The truth is that I loved sweet bread
Oh, I loved sweet bread
The truth is that I loved sweet bread