I don't know where I'm going, where I am
Jet lag, jet lag
When I'm taking off, when I'm landing
Jet lag, jet lag
If I gain an hour
If I lose an hour
But so that our loves in transit don't arrive too quickly at the end of the voyage
I live always in the lag to traverse the ages without [leaving?]
At sea, I love you [embraced?] but there must not be waves
Jet lag, jet lag,
I invite myself to every country and every language
Jet lag, jet lag
One can change times
Without changing heart
And so that this life in transit doesn't arrive too quickly at the end of the voyage
Before the forces leave me
I fly suspended in this crazy race
I fly to not be nailed to the ground
We fly like we're fleeing, when the forces leave us at the end of the voyage
To live again like a mirage
We fly suspended in this crazy race
We fly to not be nailed to the ground
We fly, gliding still a little bit farther
We fly/steal [double entendre I think] another hour before the end