I'm so on edge
That any soap opera kiss makes me cry
I'm so on edge
That your gaze, flower in the window, makes me die
I'm so on edge
That my desire gets confused with the will to not exist
I'm so on edge
That my skin has the fire of the final judgement

I'm so on edge
That any soap opera kiss makes me cry
I'm so on edge
That your gaze, flower in the window, makes me die
I'm so on edge
That my desire gets confused with the will to not exist
I'm so on edge
That my skin has the fire of the final judgement
A boat without a port, without direction, without a sail, a horse without a saddle
A loose animal, a dog without an owner, a boy, a bandit
Sometimes I preserve myself, other times I commit suicide

I'm so on edge
That any soap opera kiss makes me cry
I'm so on edge
That your gaze, flower in the window, makes me die
I'm so on edge
That my desire gets confused with the will to not exist
I'm so on edge
That my skin has the fire of the final judgement
A boat without a port, without direction, without a sail, a horse without a saddle
A loose animal, a dog without an owner, a boy, a bandit
Sometimes I preserve myself, other times I commit suicide

Oh, yes, I'm so tired
But not to say
That I don't believe in you anymore
I don't need a lot of money
Thank God
But I'm going to take that old ship
That old ship

A boat without a port, without direction, without a sail, a horse without a saddle
A loose animal, a dog without an owner, a boy, a bandit
Sometimes I preserve myself, other times I commit suicide

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