Sin Tanta Soledad

With Lucky Strike, Respibien,
Diclofenac and Just for Men
with my son and now another
beautiful and good woman,
entertainingly bored,
in front of my TV
forty-something looking for another song...

I'm perfect, I'm lazy,
I'm left-handed, I'm lazy...
I'm a stubborn in reason,
I'm the troubadour of rock and roll.

A very simple petit bourgeois,
A calm youngster
An empty sadness in my pocket...
A meeting that the Devil had with God...

And a loneliness...
with another loneliness... without so much loneliness.

Here you see me, I'm still here
talking alone about the happiest,
asking you to love me...
without any suffering...

Yours for me, mine for you
so that it's for both of us indeed...
crying to laugh... giving ourselves well to live.

I'm a friend, I'm nobody,
I'm yours with me...
I'm a pleasure in question...

I'm the crazy one who was cured
from the sanity that life brings,
the one that society forces,
a kamikaze who is anti-suicidal...
a supporter of creating to believe
without so much loneliness.

Give me what you,
honestly like you
don't hide anything behind you.

Take what I am
honestly like me...
we don't have time to think...
just to feel... without so much loneliness,
more in love.