How are you?
Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe I'm in love
Maybe both things
Maybe I'm not.
Might be on a prision
Might be on jail
Might my madness measures
In centi-degrades.
Must be it a pleasure
Must be complain
Must catch your wishes
And runaway.
May I considere a person
May is the month you pray
May you kiss the leisure
Of my death.
Crying and sent
With care and rage
With love and hate
Wake me up...
...when all have ended.
Vicky