Maula

Don't step on the parrot
I can't see you.
Can't you see that it's even embarrassing
to be your woman?
I want you to know
that I always want by my side
a well-built man,
not a loser like you.
A man who will risk it all,
if the occasion arises,
put his life on the line,
without feeling any emotion.
A man who is a man
and knows how to stand up
and doesn't cry like a coward,
just like a woman.

Loser
who stayed silent in the face of insult.
Loser
who cowardly backed down.
Loser
who only thinks you're brave
when one night out drinking
you find yourself in front of a woman.

The crowd at the bar
drunk on pernod
dragged my name, which is yours,
through the mud
and you, from a table,
heard that slander
you hung your head,
cowardly, without a word.
Seeing you so pathetic,
with your tough guy act,
I swear on my mother
I feel sorry for you.
Don't come back to the parrot,
because my heart
is made for a man
and you're not a man.