Why are you looking at me like Diablo Gato,

I don\'t need your hands on my body,

I know all your moves and thoughts by heart,

Do not imitate your melancholy, and pain, and sadness.

You look bad, in my eyes fell long ago,

After all, he knew what you were going for and how you treated me,

Such maneuvers and actions will not be tolerated again,

Because I don\'t love you, I love myself.

Get out, get out, please,

Get out, get out, my darling.

Get out, get out, get out, please,

Get out, my darling.

Your manipulations are, of course, the highest class,

But what will you say when we change places,

Hello, breakdown, addiction, bewilderment,

Well, yes, my dear, I\'m not your possession.

I know how to show my teeth, I know how to say “no”,

And I will not amuse your pride,

You enjoy the sensations, my swing,

Sit down, unpainted, and let my game begin.

Get out, get out, please,

Get out, get out, my darling.

Get out, get out,

Get out, my darling.