Agata

I've been biting my nails since I quit smoking
I can't see anything, I don't have glasses: I'm broke
I don't touch my salary, I live like a wretch
I have holes in my socks, and worn out heels
I save and save so I can please you
And you, you're cheating on the owner of a café

Agata, you're ruining me
Agata, you're killing me
Agata, look, examine
I am a man
Who is no more
That he was

I've been wearing a mended shirt for three years
And in three years it will still be the same one I'll be wearing
My old petrol blue suit, we've seen them in all colours
It turned greenish, it was grandpa's
My tailor told me: Sir, I can't turn it back anymore
I've done it six times already, it should be put in a museum

Agata, you're ruining me
Agata, you're killing me
Agata, look, examine
I am a man
Who is no more
That he was

I reduced the daily meal without hesitation
A large glass of fresh water in the morning, no coffee with milk
When I get home, I don't find anyone anymore
I sigh sadly and find myself daydreaming
When we played doctor and fiancés together
Now I play alone, but it's for adulterated pleasure

Agata, you're ruining me
Agata, you're killing me
Agata, look, examine
I am a man
Who is no more
That he was