“This ambition is killing me,”
I told my friend Tatiana
Stuck at the airport
Video call connection (Ah-ah-ah)
I wonder if it’s God
The sunbeam coming through the window (Stiff!)
Every day at 6 a.m. in the morning
I smoke a cigarette, tears and sorrow, glory and peace
And even though I get it all, I always want more
Counting money, counting loves, brushing my hair
And asking the waiter for a sweet Martini to stay serene (La-la-la-la)
I have an empire
A shining palace and a very deep sorrow (Oh-oh-oh)
Listen, whoever wants to
To drown the bitterness that comes, I’ll buy them a round
Baby, I assure you
If I die tomorrow, I’ll rest easy
I have to close deals
And leave my will to my sister Sofia