With the look of surprise that Charlot makes
I'm captivated by the television
What a shame…
With overwhelming desire
To beat everything
And like a cat
Sat up on the roof.
Over the roofs of the "marik"
And run away to New York
Lightning conductors are no good when there's a storm
Inside my head.
Laughing so much I can't even speak
About things I want to tell you
It's been a million years since we saw each other on the Milky Way
It's just a song
To sooth my heart
What I feel
What I want
It's just rock and roll
To sooth my heart
What I want
What I feel
Both of us sitting back
In the armchair
Turn down the television
What a shame
What a shame, a silly little shame
If only paparazzis unconsciously come out,
And the matador
Finishes the performance with blood over the arena
I don't want to hear why we need to kill
Sometimes I feel like that animal
It'd be better to run away to a desert island.
It's just a song
To sooth my heart
What I feel
What I want
It's just rock and roll
To sooth my heart
What I want
What I feel
It's just a song
It's just a song
It's just a song
It's just a song
It's just a song
To sooth my heart
What I feel
What I want
It's just rock and roll
To sooth my heart
What I have
What I feel
It's just a song
It's just a song