Maybe this is an illusion
Maybe it's a dramaturgical piece
With actors and you're the lead
What'll happen at the end of this sexual drama?
Will it be worth waiting for the end?
You put on that face that wants to say I'm sorry
You have talent to give pleasure
But only to third parties
To touch someone who wasn't me?
To brush the sheets with someone else
I know you thought about me
I hope you enjoyed it
And even though you never left me
There was always fear that you'd commit fraud, my love
And now I understand that my heart
And you put on that face that wants to say I'm sorry
You have talent to give pleasure
But only to third parties
I don't regret always doubting
Questioning your fidelity
And even the way you look
And the future bitterness is me
'Cause I don't want to miss it
You put on that face that wants to say I'm sorry
That you're already falling into the burlesque
You have talent to give pleasure
But only to third parties