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Bubbles and water
Legs up for hours
My goldfish is under me
To bathe for hours
Makes my mouth water
I’m “foamely” ecstatic

It’s not a problem
I lazy ‘round
Bubbly and stubborn
I lazy ‘round
Melon and water
Is just a dream
It makes me wonder
Is it a “sin” ?
Bubbles and water
Legs up for hours
“Bombs”, you keep away from me!
Today lying low
Twisting up my toes
I swim in such harmony
So what bothers me:
I’m fed up with loneliness
With my uncle overstressed
Fumbling, crawling for something
That never shows, just a dream.
I’m fed up with creeps crying
Over the past, such a sin
Not to be cool, but a fool
If I could mess up their rules.
I’m fed up with your complaints
Baby, well I’m not a saint!
Fed up with the rain, the plane…
That makes me throw up again.
I’m fed up with all cynics
Bathing caps and all critics
I’m fed up with being fed up! Poor me !
Bubbles and water
Legs up for hours
My goldfish still under me!
Delight of pleasures
Aquatic treasures
A place out of misery, my fantasy


but the literal translation is...

I have soft skin
In my foam bath
I splash myself
I laugh about it
My goldfish swims
In my foam bath
I muffle it up, I
Say to it

I have no problems, I laze away
No discomfort, I laze away
In the water I bathe, it is what's important
Well at my ease, in my current condition
I have soft skin
In my foam bath
I burn in the darkness
Of bombs
Everything is delightful
Docile offense:
I make the list
Of things...that
Irritate me


I'm fed up with those who cry.
Who drive at only 2km per hour,
Who lament and who settle
On the idea of a fixed idea
I'm fed up with those who moan.
Extremists with two bullets,
Who sees life all in black
Who leads themselves to depression
I'm fed up with the big sister,
Who moans at everything and cries,
Fed up with the rain, zucchinis
That make me vomit under the covers
Victoria says:
I'm fed up with those cynics
And in the near, the autumn croci,
I'm fed up with being fed up! Also
I have soft skin
In my foam bath
No seismic tremors...
I lay back
And relax
And relax
It's my aquatic state
There's a slight problem
I'm fed up with those who cry.
Who drive at only 2km per hour,
Who lament and who settle
On the idea of a fixed idea
I'm fed up with those who moan
Extremists with two bullets,
Who sees life all in black
Who leads themselves to depression
I'm fed up with the big sister,
Who moans at everything and cries,
Fed up with the rain, zucchinis
That make me vomit under the covers
I'm fed up with those cynics
And in the near, the autumn croci,
I'm fed up with being fed up! Also