Every night
In the wilderness of the dream
I’m a proud titan

Every morning
In front of the mirror
I realize that I’m living on the razor’s edge.

In the concrete jungle
In the life of being pushed around
Calculating the difference between the dream and reality.

I’m not attractive,
But I’m tender-hearted.
In spite of my appearance of indifference,
Full of passion
Is inside me.

I’m not attractive,
But I have music and beer.
A little humble
A little timid
But I never surrender.

Every morning
On the outskirts of the city
I’m a lonely mask.
Every night
In the wilderness of music
I become a howling titan.

On the stage with no exit in sight
On the other side nobody knows
The dignity of life and self is radiated.

I’m not attractive,
But I’m tender-hearted.
Being obscure in the day,
The grand glory of night
Comes to me.

I’m not attractive,
But I have music and beer.
Sometime excited
Sometime keeping my head down
I’m patient at waiting.

I’m not attractive,
But I’m tender-hearted.
In spite of my appearance of indifference,
Full of passion
Is inside me.

I’m not attractive,
But I have music and beer.
A little humble
A little timid
But I never surrender.