Appearing here from a far-off world
The last hairy and giant monster
The only remaining example of a six-footed monster
How I would like to watch it pass by
What I would do to be able to touch it
What I would do...
They say that it is capable of killing a man
Not to defend itself, just because it isn't good
They say that they are accomplished scientists
A class of chosen men and sure people
But the only evident thing is that the monster is afraid
The monster is afraid...
It is searching for a place far from the evil
Certainly a cave in the woods would be ideal
But the only calm place is that old courtyard
The only space that there is for a large animal
They say: "We're live..." the scoop is served
"...this is the monster's lair, we've followed it"
They say that they are a mob of reporters
A classe of chosen men and sure people
But the only evident thing
The only evident thing is that the monster is afraid
The monster is afraid
It's enough to spread the rumor that the monster is bad
Then to wait a minute and an army arrives
We are bombs and rifles, the attack is total
Special groups surround the old courtyard
They say that they're ready to shoot at the monster
"We'll take it dead or alive on the spot!"
They say that they are soldiers of action
A class of chosen men and sure people
But the only evident thing is that the monster is afraid
The monster is afraid
He would like to be lethargic and close his eyes
But he knows that lethargy only comes in winter
He reopens his eyes on the world, this world of monsters
That have only two feet but are much more monstruous
Just one thing remains for him,
To call his far-off world
He does it with all his breath, but always quieter
I would like to be able to save him, take him away on a train
Leave him after the rain, there under the rainbow