And you reach the end of these days

As if they were circles of hell,

But you hold on,

As if you wore an armor

Made only of fear.

You protect yourself

Under a veil of sadness,

A paper‑thin barricade.

You know you’re pretending,

You know you’re pretendiiiing,

You know—yes, you know you’re pretending.

Pretending,

Pretendiiiing,

Pretending,

Always pretending,

Today pretending,

Pretend, pretend, pretendiiiing,

Pretendiiiing.

In front of a mirror—pretending,

Pretend, pretend,

With yourself—pretending,

Pretend, pretend.

In front of your child you pretend,

Pretend, pretend,

For him.

And then you cry, you cry,

But never in front of him—you cry.

You don’t think he could understand,

And so you’ve grown used to hiding your heart

Behind a trivial good mood,

So well, so well

That you feel like an impostor.

Ehh ehh ehh…

Pretending, pretending…

Pretending.