Mycose

I have a mycosis
Here it is waking up, I'm fed up
It's been here for a while
Go away, please, mycosis, you annoy me
I'm scared, it itches, it burns, it hurts
It stings and itches, oh oh, my genital organ

I have a mycosis, not the first time
It's weird, it talks to me
But how to make it shut up?
I'd like to end it quickly
And get out of this hell
I have a phobia of ticks, mycoses, and parasites
It's dirty

It hurts, it's serious, it bothers me
It obsesses me, I want it to go away
Mycosis, you should leave
Or maybe I should leave
Far from this ordeal, somewhere other than on earth
For an interplanetary station
And sign up for the moon, Pluto, or Neptune

I'm going to leave somewhere other than on earth
For an interplanetary station
On the moon, Pluto, Neptune, or Jupiter
And let me be at peace
And never let anyone touch me again
Close your mouths, you pollute my atmosphere
I want to stay in my sphere