I have learned in this life from the good and the bad
I have risen through the sky and I have crawled through the mud
More than thirty-five years And two hundred and ten defects
And I have touched madness with the tips of my fingers
I go looking at myself in puddles
I don't need mirrors
I know I'm much more handsome
When I don't feel ugly
I never feel Neither power nor fortune have been interested in them
What I admire are the flowers that grow in the trash
Where have your dreams gone? Your soul is naked.
After the wave broke, all we had left was the foam.
I'm looking at myself in the puddles
I don't need a mirror
I know I'm much more handsome
When I don't feel ugly.
Ugly, ugly, ugly, I think...

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