I have studied and then I have diplomas
And then take a competitive exam, I’m a man, already more than a child.
I have grown up all the grades of the company
And I have created mine, I finally see my promised land.
I had to have more productivity,
Looking for other business, for my little activity.
I don’t cunt my hours, I roll up my sleeves.
I’m even against the opening of the churches on Sunday.
But victim of dumping, competition made in China,
Here lies (here lies), my small trampoline factory.
Now, I realize, I could have opening the eyes,
Find time and light, like Saint Teresa in Lisieux. (2)
Give your time, your life, for you, your friends, don’t forget to hold your head high.
Release-you from the dogma, for a second jump to it!
Your time, your life, for you, your friends, don’t forget to hold your head high.
Release-you from the dogma, for a second EKSASSAUTE!
It’s a consultant (girl), who meet a painter
And she slams in his ear, stories of luxury and absinthe.
He had a light complexion and painting only pastels.
She commands to him the highlighter, the déjà-vu, the false sun.
His popularity rise, she charmed the publicists.
And he is here, like a bilingual, who don’t speak of art, but numbers.
The paintbrush rebel, the creation manages,
On Earth, the time stops, on heaven the stars freeze.
Do you know (do you know), the moon influences the tides,
Creating a soul quake, who touch her, who save her.
Now, she realizes, that she could have opening the eyes,
Find time and light, like Saint Teresa in Lisieux.
Give your time, your life, for you, your friends, don’t forget to hold your head high.
Release-you from the dogma, for a second jump to it!
Your time, your life, for you, your friends, don’t forget to hold your head high.
Release-you from the dogma, for a second EKSASSAUTE!
EKSASSAUTE!
I took the microphone, then a voice, I took the scrubland (3)
And I felt a bit condensed in the Knacki package. (4)
Then, I have dressed a khaki battledress, like Tamouls and Pakis. (5)
And I saw the life of mans, yes whose are the life of mans?
Break… I was in the army, in the sand yacht,
There were beautiful and naked girl,
Fault or not fault, hold the head high,
Live before the woman with scythe.
EKSASSAUTE! Eksassaute, eksassaute.
EKSASSAUTE! Eksassaute, eksassaute.
And it... (explodes) (6)