My table everyday has brown delicacy,

(and) each time I surprise by how good it is.

And when someone tells me about better stuff and dares to

Suggest "it isn't chocolate", I say he's such a fool.

In the same position, in

The mildest unawareness,

We overdose on sarcasm and then we need it again.

We are deluded that we will not be able to

Become what we want but it's the biggest rule,

This is the way we think we are free but we're under control,

Revolution is supposed to be but we're missing the call.

We are born knowing what we'll become,

We're content with the crumbs left on the ground,

And don't want you and I don't want you but how I need you!

'cause your humor is infectious and laughing is good.

Polemic and yes-men, pissed off and indolent,

Are we the third millennium men?

When we're wrapped up in that upset we call depression then

We don't have a god to commend our soul either.

We are born knowing what we'll become,

We're content with the crumbs left on the ground,

And don't want you and I don't want you but how I need you!

'cause your humor is infectious and laughing is good.

We are born knowing what we'll become,

We're content with the crumbs left on the ground,

And don't want you and I don't want you but how I need you!

'cause your humor is infectious and laughing is good.