Years of battles
To be a virtue man
I've built a course
Being an ordinary man
Rudeness, some insane acts
Working and often singing alone again

I'll take you to a bar
Where shall we get drunk?
Being an ordinary man
Listening to the blues and jazz
Working and for many times singing alone again
Alone again

Just to have you
Ripping in my arms or in my mind
And like worms are all around
We will launch the orgy of our love

All the times that I felt
Very rough or cruel
All the days that I felt
Living intensely in a blues
My soul cried out for your insane love
In all the ways that I've cried
It was when I sang alone