Tanto de todo

Every night I kill myself
I rise again with breakfast
I only calm down if I go out into the jungle
And I get lost for a while without direction
For a while without direction

I'm not looking for a way around it anymore
I already know what it smells like
What hurts me
And what I like
What loosens me
What tempts me
And what scares me

What I will never understand is why
If in my country there is so much of everything
A few take so much
And for so many they leave so little
They don't leave even a little bit

Living in the richest land
And see power in such poor minds
Living in the richest land
And to see power in such poor minds!

Beautiful day in Celina
How pretty it looks on her
Yesterday it was our turn, and today it was mine
Tomorrow, maybe, you won't go so crazy
And don't drive me so crazy
And it's our turn again
And I tell you: My life, this life without you
It's worse than playing hide-and-seek with God

Sweetie who gets yelled at when she walks
You have so much of everything and so many so little
Make yourself look foolish
Because you're a motorcycle fanatic
You're picture perfect (what a picture!)

My flower stolen from the gardens of heaven
There are so many girls singing
And for the singer always
They always leave so little
They don't leave even a little bit

All the nights I miss you
I rise again with breakfast