Why do you do this to me?
It's like you want to hurt me.
Why do you look at me like that?
Do you not see that I need to rest?
Until a short while ago, everything was well,
Every dream was cultivated.
Now I have only watered,
The flowers I have planted.
Maybe it's because I'm small,
That it causes so much trouble,
That it does not suit you to take care of me.
Maybe I should be strong,
Ask the sea
For more luck
And learn to navigate.
Maybe it's because I'm small,
That it causes so much trouble,
That it does not suit you to take care of me.
Maybe I should be strong,
Ask the sea
For more luck
And learn to navigate.