Ugly
I have learned in this life about the good and the bad
I have soared through the sky and I have crawled through the mud
More than thirty-five years and two hundred ten defects
And I have touched madness with the tips of my fingers
I go looking at myself in the puddles
I don't need mirrors
I know I am much more handsome
When I don't feel ugly
I have never been interested in power or fortune
What I admire are the flowers that grow in the trash
Where have your dreams gone? You have a naked soul
After breaking the wave, all that was left was the foam
I go looking at myself in the puddles
I don't need a mirror
I know I am much more handsome
When I don't feel ugly
I go looking at myself in the puddles
I don't need a mirror
I know I am much more handsome
When I don't feel ugly
Ugly, ugly, ugly, I believe
