The flamingos are flying away
Without entertaining any illusion
About the naked men and women
The tide is coming
Thanks to it, there's nothing left
Of the despicable naked crowd
I will wait for you on the beach
Or under the wisteria
Smoking some resin
Lying about my age
I will wait for you on the beach
Near an aerosol
In the sixth basement
Or a foot in the margin
The clouds do and undo
Feather and tar mirages
For the naked men and women
The flamingos are coming back
With the eastern Eden wind
And the despicable crowd kills them
I will wait for you on the beach
Or under the wisteria
Smoking some resin
Resigning myself to my age
I will wait for you on the beach
Near an aerosol
In the sixth basement
Or a foot in the margin