Tell me when, when.
Where are your eyes and your mouth?
Perhaps in Africa, who cares.
Tell me when, when.
Where are your hands and your nose?
Heading to a desperate day
but I'm thirsty.
I'm thirsty again.
Tell me when, when.
Don't look at me, love,
I'm tired
because I'm thinking of the future.
Tell me when, when.
We're angels
looking for a smile.
Don't hide your face
because I'm thirsty, I'm thirsty again.
And I'll live, yes, I'll live
all day long to see you leave
amidst memories, this weird madness
and the non-existent paradise.
Those who want children, don't insist.
Tell me when, when.
I still need you for at least an hour
to tell you I still hate you.
Tell me when, when.
You know I won't have you and on your face
a smile is about to show,
and I'm thirsty, I'm thirsty again.
And I'll live, yes, I'll live
all day long to see you leave
amidst memories, this weird madness
and the non-existent paradise.
Those who want children, don't insist.
And I'm thirsty, I'm thirsty again.
Again.
Tell me when, when.