What is this that it has
this soul
that takes everything without asking for
but doesn't ask me never about me.
Where is, that makes
this soul
if then is lost and makes me come
from what I don't know about me.
Human, too human, maybe I've drank a little
if I vomit words, then I clean everything
I pent of my sin at every breath of mine
but at least if I breath I can say I am live
I am searching for my future, the eyes of someone
one, hundred thousand there is nobody
who breaks your teeth to feel rough
who steals bread to feel smart.
What sound it makes
this soul
that smiles like a drunk, if I say
"You are not doing for me".
Human, too human, maybe I've drank a little
if I vomit words, then I clean everything
I pent of my sin at every breath of mine
but at least if I breath I can say I am live
I am searching for my future, the eyes of someone
one, hundred thousand there is nobody
who breaks your teeth to feel rough
who steals bread to feel smart.
I don't see the stars
I prefer steeetlights
I know that a doctor cures, more or less every pain
but appended with a soft yarn there are all the stars
that I owe.
Human, too human, maybe I've drank a little
if I vomit words, then I clean everything
I pent of my sin at every breath of mine
but at least if I breath I can say I am live
Sick of (people) who change face like a wind
sick of (people) who win without having no talent
who breaks your teeth to feel rough
who steals bread to feel smart.
Human, too human, maybe I've drank a little
if I vomit words, then I clean everything
if I vomit words, then I clean everything
if I vomit words, then I clean everything.