Sometimes I split in two and whisper in my ear:
"It's great to breathe, to feel you alive!
It's great to meet you!".
Sorrounded by a circular mirror,
I'm happy with this special kind of schizophrenia.

How nice to meet myself wherever I go!
No matter how many times I tell myself my own jokes,
they always make me laugh.
If I leave, if I fall asleep, life fades.
I'm so lucky to know I'll always be faithful to myself!
I'm fortunate to get along with so well with myself from the start!

And there I go; I get up each morning,
happy and safe.
I prepare myself breakfast,
I serve it to myself in bed,
and here I come,
I'm quite the man,
I give myself a good cuddle:
safe sex,
no risk, no foreplay,
I doubt whether anyone will satisfy me more than myself,
I'm quite the man for love.
And what can I do if people
sentenced me to oblivion, to be self-sufficient,
if that's enough for my survival, which is no small thing,
better being crazy than in wrong company.

How nice, how funny is living with me!
I crack me up with my lastest witty remark!
And wait for me still up, no matter how late I come back,
or cook for me my favorite dish,
never finding but my own hairs in the bathroom.

Only I control, only I determine
my hygene habits.
I cry on my shoulder when nobody understands me.
If I feel lonely I look at the moon,
I swear eternal love to myself.
Sorrounded by a circular mirror,
I'm happy with this special kind of schizophrenia.

And there I go.

And there I go; I get up each morning,
happy and safe.
I prepare myself breakfast,
I serve it to myself in bed,
and here I come,
I'm quite the man,
I give myself a good cuddle:
safe sex,
no risk, no foreplay,
I doubt whether anyone will satisfy me more than myself,
I'm quite the man for love.
And what can I do if people
sentenced me to oblivion, to be self-sufficient,
if that's enough for my survival, which is no small thing,
better being crazy than in wrong company.

And there I go; I get up each morning,
happy and safe.
I prepare myself breakfast,
I serve it to myself in bed,
and here I come,
I'm quite the man,
I give myself a good cuddle:
safe sex,
no risk, no foreplay,
I doubt whether anyone will satisfy me more than myself,
I'm quite the man for love.
And what can I do if people
sentenced me to oblivion, to be self-sufficient,
if that's enough for my survival, which is no small thing,
better being crazy than in wrong company.