Do you have didn't?
It's strange to me, you know,
not knowing if you'll be mine or someone else's.
Let me hug you,
until I can,
in a gesture of courage,
in the sin on the subway.
Let me cry,
blue tears,
in the rain that came in May,
in the shopping you do.
Buy what you want, wind and life,
we are not for sale.
It's strange to me, you know,
to tell you so,
never to leave me.
I have no more time and vanity,
to be a star.
I
want to be free,
like a king.
To drink whiskey at the Roxy Bar,
I'm confused,
you know how it is.
Look me in the face, it's useless,
it's reality.
I'm a virgin,
of malignity,
under the hand a *,
and inside the other charity.
It's very strange, you know,
to disgust me and then,
to come back and tell you I love you,
I love you so much and I believe in us.
Here you are,
here with me,
very dear and accomplice.
It's strange to me, you know,
to ask myself what it is,
that you don't come back anymore.
And now I want to cry, come here.
Shine in free skies and then lose yourself as a star.
Look me in the face, it's easy,
it's reality.
You know,
it's strange,
love,
it's strange to me.
It's strange,
love,
it's strange to me, you know,
to live with love and never to have it.