DDT

Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
I'm not up for anyone
I'm not in the mood for love
And I'm cold-hot
What a bad wind brings it
That always falls on me
The same thing always happens
It happens every Sunday
About the money I owe and sometimes have
Who do I pay first without ending up with nothing?
If I'm a mess or a stick
If my bangs leave me, I'm going crazy
And that happens to me for not listening to myself
For sending myself to hell when I scold myself
For making songs that only talk
About my Sunday afternoon depressions

Why, why, why
Does DDT terrify you so much?
Terror
And what a downer, this damn day
It's a hymn to agony, what a depression

And I climbed onto this song
While fortune played the intercom
I couldn't hear it
It called me on the cell phone
I didn't manage to answer
And I don't have voicemail
The strangest things happen this day
Voices say things to make me laugh
They end up convincing me that this is my thing
And that I look worse every time I smile
That happens to me for being too daring
What I do during the week takes revenge today
For making songs that only talk
About my Sunday afternoon depressions

Mayel, why, why
Does DDT terrify you so much?
Terror
And what a downer, this damn day
It's a hymn to agony, what a depression

Mayel, why, why
Does DDT terrify you so much?
Terror
And what a downer, this damn day
It's a hymn to agony, what a depression