I liked to believe that the sky was a bad shot like a sniper with a dirty scope
I never asked to have a father like this
Did the storks get the wrong bag
Who's going to teach me to fight
Who's going to teach me to chat
My face doesn't want to taste the asphalt anymore
My behavior is mimicked
My behavior is mimicked

But don't be afraid because your mother is one of those who could have saved a thousand men
She has sugar on her lips and you know even when her hair is disheveled
Your mother is sublime, isn't she sublime?
She is sublime, your mother is sublime
Isn't she sublime, isn't she sublime?

I've always been afraid of resembling him
I bear his features as one bears mourning
Every mirror reminds me that I have his hands, I have his eyes
At times I almost have his pride
I even borrowed some of his detours when (?)
It's thanks to him that I know how to sing the pain
I was close to hell, I know in what position the devil sleeps

But don't be afraid because your mother is one of those who could have saved a thousand men
She has sugar on her lips and you know even when her hair is disheveled
But don't be afraid because your mother will know how to sacrifice timers
She knows how to make the silences sing
She often repairs me
Your mother is sublime, isn't she sublime?
She is sublime, your mother is sublime
Isn't she sublime, your mother is su, your mother is sublime
Isn't she sublime?
She is sublime, your mother is sublime
Your mother is sublime
Your mother is sublime

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