B.B.B. [English translation]

Despised time, baby

Burn baby burn

Destabilized time

Burn baby burn

Of resetted brains

Burn baby burn

The world burns

Burns because of love

Burns because of hate

Burn baby burn

Little women grow up

Burn baby burn

Old heroes disappear

Burn baby burn

The world burns

Burns because of love

Burns because of hate

Burn baby burn

Primitive boomerangs come back uncontrollably

They unload obsessions on shining cities

Of past raids, of future shows

The lonely journeys, the arrogant paths

Have ended badly, without edicts

Without Jubilees in little stories

Of thinking heads in broken lives

Mended messily and no one comes back home

We stay like this

Maybe a bit perplexed, on late trains

Going down on escalators, waiting for a ride

That I don't know if it'll arrive

That I don't know if it'll arrive but I don't think it will

That I don't know if it'll arrive

That I don't know if it'll arrive but I don't think it will

I don't think it'll arrive, I don't think it'll arrive...

I don't know if it'll arrive (I don't think it will)