No one loves you Ah gazi walls Oh God of drums Let's fly or leave it I'm going to pick up elixirs in Amsterdam But I have big crevices under the dames If it's a fault in advance, we confess I prefer not to see anything at all Ah, from above, God, it's less heavy All alone, I scream, quick, help Nothing would make me sadder than to make the soul For I know that she reads my life, what a woman If it's a fault in advance, we confess What a waste of time we are Ah, from above, God, it's less heavy Let's fly or leave it I'm going to pick up elixirs in Amsterdam But I have big crevices under the dames If it's a fault in advance, we confess Ah, what a waste of time we are What a waste of time we are I prefer not to see anything at all I prefer not to see anything at all Ah, from above, God, it's less heavy All alone, I scream, quick, help Nothing would make me sadder than to make the soul For I know that she reads my life, what a woman If it's a fault in advance, we confess