Libertiner [English translation]

I'm walking the street as though I bleed cement

My thoughts are going through the rain as I follow them

To the last place in town where I'm stuck

I'm a loner out to take care of my vice

But I've got more than one, so I light my nicotine

Fill my lungs, keep it in, feel all that stress disappear

Yeah, my dirty little secret is my hunger for attention

So I can't bring you along

It's probably best this way, so that you won't see

Exactly how awkwardly I react when they say

Why do you look so mad?!

You should try smiling some more!

So I doing just like the first-time lovers of my peers

Where there is low light and piss colored liquids

And their money is the only thing that shines through

Jewelries so beautiful that young children had to die for them

'Cause everything glittering isn't worth having

But so what when your moral is as thin as water?

And every sign of flaws must be hidden and partied away

So they are full of coke, full of themselves, and full of bullshit

And he stinks of it as he puts his arm around me

With booze running down his shirt as he's yelling:

Why do you look so mad?!

You should try smiling some more!

So I do that, although everything in me

Is screaming that I should break a bottle in the face of that jerk

But I suppose we're civilized, and unfortunately I'm one of those

People who can start every sentence with, "My therapist says"

'Cause I used to be spiritual, but I feel that I've lost myself

And if you can't show people gratitude, then you can't anything, can you?

So where is my spark? I would bring it along if I found it

And light it with the view from the edge of the stage

'Cause I'm not, but from the outside I seem sad

On the side of the stage next to the sound man is my father and I know that he's thinking

Why do you look so mad?!

You should try smiling some more!

But I'm just flabbergasted as I stare

At nothing and I don't know why, unfortunately

Flipping my thoughts upside down, reciting

Beautiful words borrowed from Baudelaire

I'm the libertine of my own blood

One of these mighty, forsaken men

Who are sentenced to laughing forever

But no longer is able to smile

• Artist:L.O.C.
• Album:Libertiner