Talking about the world
And its boundaries
I know all that stuff well
It makes you feel proud of yourself
But as for me, friend
Son, brother
I don't feel like talking about war,
Or some love story
Or some anecdote that would make me feel good
Or about a mystery in a smile
So where does this desire to write come from?
No, no, no, no
I don't have the slightest theme
No, no, no, no
Having no problems is my problem
Maybe the fact that I want the whole world to love me
Is what's making me want to write anyway
Ooooh oooooh oooooooh
No rules, no details
No muse that's bothering me
Not a tear or a burst of laughter
So where does this desire to write come from?
No, no, no, no
I don't have the slightest theme
No, no, no, no
Having no problems is my problem
Maybe the fact that I want the whole world to love me
Is what's making me want to write anyway
Is what's making me want to write anyway
Ooooh oooooh oooooooh
Ooooh oooooh oooooooh
Ooooh oooooh oooooooh
Could this be the theme of my song
That will write itself on the horizon?
If everything's turning round in my head
There's no reason
No reason, no reason at all
For me not to write a song
Ooooooh ooooh oooooooh ooooooh ooooh oooooooh
Ooooooh ooooh oooooooh