GROWING

I died in every pain in this last year,
Reborning after to make all very clear.
And grew up as a street kid alone,
who sniffs glue and one day becomes
a shoemaker master in outcomes.

I created my illusions in every woman in fashion.
They were around me. Loved them blindly with passion.
I was cherished and deceived by vile hopes without compassion.
Oh Lord why so many dirty actions. Where was your compassion?

I had them all in my bed. They’d come all to my bed.
I had them all in my bed. They’d come all to my bed.
But they didn't possess me. They were a kind of bad.
Those women were so bad. Didn’t possess me in my bed.
Just bad women, they were bad. Bad women, they were bad.

Not because I didn't want to, but because the women didn't want to.
So I destroyed my fantasy. Yes, oh yes, this silly fantasy.
About them, the fantasy. Not in happiness. It was my tragedy.
I destroyed with a great amount of hate. For me not a good end, this fate.

In the insanity of just giving myself completely,
I had forgotten that I should deserve my own majesty,
deserving myself, as a man, in order to be accepted, honestly,
romantically, lovely, amicably… the way that deserves a majesty.

I had them all in my bed. They’d come all to my bed.
I had them all in my bed. They’d come all to my bed.
But they didn't possess me. They were a kind of bad.
Those women were so bad. Didn’t possess me in my bed.
Just bad women, they were bad. Bad women, they were bad.

And they left without possessing me. What should I be?
Not even a kiss of goodbye. Alone, not a hope, nor why.
I stayed with myself without deserving me. What should I be?
Although with less hate, and yes, my heart greater.

More gentle and more grown up, first step going up.
I felt myself a grown up man. My road opened with my domain.
I moved ahead with the certainty that love would come briefly.
Now I was that majesty. After suffering to grow, I was ready for a new fantasy.

My love would appear at the next corner. Yeap oh Yeap, at the next corner.
Grown up and ready to love at the next corner. Yeap, at the next corner.
Yeap, Yeap, Yeap… Ready to love at the next corner. Next corner.
After growing, oh Yeap, I was ready to love at the next corner. Yeap, Yeap.