Every time I hear the word truth or honesty,
I laugh quietly and say to myself:
You, you, you,
don’t be so insolent!
Up to now you have not been honest at all,
and anyway, you don’t believe in truth.

Oh, oh, oh,
do you really think
that someone would believe you
if you were honest and told the truth?
Trust me!

Today hardly anyone believes in truth.
When I tell something to someone,
they quickly say I am mad.
That is why I behave so strangely to you,
as if I were insolent and mad.
Because it is only between us.

I don’t reveal to anyone
the truth that I have concealed within myself.