You aren't with me, what's wrong?
In the reflection (of the mirror) I'm a little similar
With the god,
with the 6 billions (of people), I'm such a little one
You don't appreciate it - it's strange
But isn't a fatal wound
Hello to stewardesses
Sitting in the armchairs far away from stresses
I'll escape in Antananarivo
Sunburnt shoulders and beer
Romantic and serfing and ocean
Nobody have to do anything for anybody
Come on in Antananarivo
Sunburnt shoulders and beer
Romantic and serfing and ocean
Nobody have to do anything for anybody
Especially I, especially I
Especially I, especially I
You'll collect the fragments
Of all my heart
Forgotten doggerel
Seems to be like ripe cherries (good things) in the morning
You don't appreciate it - it's strange
But isn't a fatal wound
I'll shoot at
Concrete piles till the end