To those who, on watching me roll in the mud,
would like to cry,
To those who wonder why my
Talent couldn't suceed
To those who judged me without even
Giving me the right to speak
To all those who want to know my tragedy,
I am going to tell you
I have always sustained
that there is not in the world
any other being
that has beauty from head to toe
like a woman.
They are life, the divine spark,
the reason for being
Why is it strange that I have gotten lost
for a woman?
Why is it strange that I am dying
for a woman?
To those who as a friend in the past had
me on a pedestal,
To those who loved me back when I had
a family and home
To those who forgot me
as soon as my star stopped shining,
to all those who want
to know my tragedy, I am going to tell you
All women exert in my soul a strange
power
Those who have the same problem
Will understand me
A beautiful face and the body of a goddess
made me fall
Why is it strange that I became
lost for a woman?
Why is it strange that I
am dying for a woman?