Marlene, la vecina del ártico

She moved into the attic a month ago,
I thought she spoke backwards,
but Marlene was from Ukraine.

Soon she was banging on her door,
completely consumed by anxiety,
blaming my circumstances.

I arranged a date with Marlene,
thought she would appreciate
seeing my transformation.

To make a big impact,
I discreetly hid
my medication.

I have a crisis for you,
the show is starting
with sixty voices.

And if I eat you on the floor,
party with my little voices, what a thrill!
There's a Phil Collins in my big head.

Someone's knocking on the door, is it you?
Well, turns out it was you,
how circumstances are.

You won't believe it, once upon a time,
there lived a man who spoke for ten,
changed by magic.

Someone's knocking on the door, oh my God,
please shut up!
I think the show is starting.

Someone's knocking on the door, you open it,
you invited her, it was you,
what a curious situation.

I have a crisis for you,
the show is starting
with sixty voices.

And if I eat you on the floor,
party with your little bones, what a thrill!
with your little bones, what a thrill!
I am Phil Collins.

They're still at the door, is it you?
Well, turns out it was you,
how circumstances are.

Marlene is cutting herself in my living room,
I think she's worse than me,
must be the circumstances.

Marlene, you come willingly,
how bad loneliness is,
don't do that on my couch.

To make a big impact,
she showed me a poor urban man
in a jar of formaldehyde.
She is Phil Collins.

Listen friends, we are not alone,
we have ourselves.