Oh, sure it can seem pointless
A station to someone who never goes anywhere
But the trains who really take you away
Don't have flowers on their seats
But from the outside you can't tell
You have to go in to know where you're going
Irene, don't wait anymore
The beach was gold just to deceive us
With the advantage of not thinking about it
It's not the time of the fox
Now the crow is my God
This nothing in my hand is finally me
Run away, away, run away
But you have to do it on your own
Without asking anyone
Like you do, always do
With everything you have
Run away, away, run away
With me or against me
It doesn't matter, as long as
You try, only by yourself
To choose who you are
The owls you carry on your shoulder
They eat your eyes and you don't send them away
(There's the advantage of not thinking about it)
All your life they have told you: "On your own you can't"
They have told you: "You'll thank us..."
And sometimes the music doesn't come anymore
And then I would like you to understand me
To look with anger with me
At all the bourgeois time
Lost on cultivating water lilies
Without ever understanding men and ideas
Run away, away, run away
But you have to do it on your own
Without asking anyone
Like you do, always do
With everything you have
Run away, away, run away
With me or against me
It doesn't matter, as long as
You try, only by yourself
To choose who you are