Since I was a kid, I haven't understood a thing Even if my eyes sting, I see I want to despise them, and ask if they sting sometimes Even if the gods don't exist I confused them with their likeness A suit, tie, these sand merchants Who promise the moon without knowing the earth Who call themselves adults, but sit on the ground I smile, I will smile, I smile They thought I was laughing, but it's not even true Madame said it, she must be polite Go on, say cheese, go on, say cheese For the cliché, a little to hide But without black humor, or bad puns I want to die laughing, but without a yellow smile Just when I'm in pain, so that it goes well But nothing for that, only this time to celebrate the dead I smile, I will smile, I smile I will smile I will smile I will smile