Autre espèce [English translation]

Sometimes I feel like a stranger to my own planet

Extraterrestrial

I have nothing to do

With this story

With these guys

I'm from a different species

I'm neither from the future, nor from the past

I'm simply from somewhere else

Don't ask me what happened

I overcame my fears

Colonel Kurtz, Marlon Brando

I'm back from the heart of darkness

On my own like John Rambo

I've stitched my own wounds

I come back in peace, I won this war

With whip marks on my back

A slave yesterday, I'm proud today

Ready for the apocalypse now

I went on interstellar travels

On journeys to my brothers' hearts

What I saw made me cry; they're still obsessed with money

I have nothing in common with them

Nothing in common with you

Nothing to do with them

Nothing to do with you

I have nothing to do with them (no)

Nothing to do with you

Call me whatever you want

I don't mind being crazy

I have nothing to do

With this story

I wasn't even there

I was in space

I have nothing to do

With this story

With these guys

I'm from a different species

Like I had been smoking, like I had been drinking

My eyes became black holes

From what I've done, from what I've seen

My memory is full of black holes

Like recalling a long trip

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Some live worse, the times are hard

Awful unhappy childhood

Less than my mother's, celestial warrior

On the star hidden by Pluto

I saw myself in a melancholic dream

I was saying : "draw me a sheep"

I'm back from an interstellar travel

On a journey to our mothers' hearts

And what they said made me cry

We do nothing but kill each other

Mom, I have nothing in common with them

Nothing in common with them

Mom, I swear I did nothing

Mom, forgive me if I'm weak

Mom, teach me how to walk

Mom, teach me how to love

Mom, this planet is desolate

Mom, why do you want to stay

I have nothing to do

With this story

I wasn't even there

I was in space

I have nothing to do

With this story

With these guys

I'm from a different species

I must be made from a different blend

A different fabric

A different covering

I have nothing against childishness

We're becoming adults faster it's getting more and more abrupt

And we can see it on many faces

Real life doesn't have Instagram filters

The unbearable lightness of being

There's always a reason to abuse others

And I must be extraterrestrial

Actually I could live without phone home

To live on dates, honey and milk

Books as fertilizer for a growing soul

An actual pedestrian pilgrim under the sun

Woulla woulla that would be so great

Woulla woulla

Woulla woulla that would be so great

I have nothing to do

With this story

I wasn't even there

I was in space

I have nothing to do

With this story

With these guys

I'm from a different species