Mother of people without worry
Mother of those who are said to be strong
Mother of holy habits
Princess of people without remorse
Hello, Lady Stupidity
You whose reign is unknown
Hello to you, Lady Stupidity
But tell me, how do you do it
To have so many lovers
And so many engaged
So many representatives
And so many prisoners
To weave with your hands
So many misunderstandings
And make the morons believe
That we are defeated
To flourish our life
Low bows
Petty desires
Of noble intolerance
Petty desires
Of noble intolerance
Petty desires
Of noble intolerance
Mother of our femme fatales
Mother of marriages of convenience
Mother of daughters at branches
Pale Mink Princess
Hello to you, Lady Stupidity
You whose reign is unknown
Hello to you, Lady Stupidity
But tell me, how do you do it
So that we don't see
The knowing smile
Who will make you and me
Very noble cuckolds
To make us forget
That the whores, the real ones
Are those who charge
Not before, but after
So that it can happen to me
To meet certain evenings
Your familiar look
Deep in my mirror
Your familiar look
Deep in my mirror
Your familiar look
Deep in my mirror.
