Of all those men that are thinking about me,
not a single one calls, not a single one makes his move.
I'm everybody's wish, everybody's weakness,
but nobody's life and nobody's reality.
Why am I alone? I know. What am I a victim of? I know.
It's the prejudices that are always there.
"She is beautiful, she is famous,"
they say as they flee.
Ref.
I make my way home alone at dawn.
I pay double for everything even when I'm not paying.
The preconceptions are followed by goodbyes.
A million eyes but not a single gaze
and everything is exactly as it seems.
They all want me, yet I sleep alone
as though I am the last woman on Earth.
All those men are like strangers.
I don't know their names, where they're from, their addresses.
O, if only one would bring a suitcase
and take my life away inside of it.
Ref.
I make my way home alone at dawn.
I pay double for everything even when I'm not paying.
The preconceptions are followed by goodbyes.
A million eyes but not a single gaze
and everything is exactly as it seems.
They all want me, yet I sleep alone
as though I am the last woman on Earth.
A million eyes but not a single gaze
and everything is exactly as it seems.
Stars remain where I stood,
but when the cameras are switched off
all that remains is champagne and half a mirror.