Don't tell me that I love myself
More than I love you, my dear
But, in fact, passions are for themselves
Not for anyone else
What doesn't mean, however
That I could be happy alone
So then memorise this text
Under the pretext of not appearing as an actress
To be honest I think I love you
Better than you love yourself
And I smoke a cigarette, I crash a car
I hope you see
That I can't live under the eternal gaze
Of those two cold eyes
Look at the time passing, and we're motionless
Making a scene for the public to laugh
Anything is a reason for one thing to lead to another
It's not possible to be smart, intelligent
And at the same time love
I won't deny, anyway
The passions, my love, they're silly, they're many
The bill has arrived, be ready
That point where everything changes
I don't want to be the last one to cry