Les printemps [English translation]

A house, a garden

A pot of flowers, a little friend

A job that is useful for nobody

And pills for your dog

You saw what we have set out for you

Sure you will have all the necessary

A path that will track straight

For the retirement house

In my car, in the traffic

Should forget the panic

Paranoia in the brains

Paranoia in the metros

Paris all naked under the stars

That looks like nothing compared to leaving

To the other side of the Atlantic

Just because to defy emptiness

Sleepwalking between skyscrapers

I defy mirages

The war jets and the suns

The outfit is the appanage

Under emptied societies

Love ones of the supermarket

But the mob is avid

From the nothing that we promised

Do you see spring?

I see nothing coming

Tell me de you hear it?

The great depression that is coming

I see mushrooms on the sea

Spiders on the hemisphere

The moon is blues and the surfers

They have trajectories of happiness

Bali, Paris, we look the same

Not seen, did not took in the ambulance

The girls have poetic mouths

Lay-me in your farmlands

Crucify the being and the appearing

Tell me where are we going, do you know it?

On lost oceans

Navigator in the winds

I walk naked on the torrents

Pirates scares me no more

Since I have you in the heart

Me you know I see springs

To each kid who screams with rage

To each car that we burn

To each tender word that we say

To each idiot of the village

That would find its Marguerite

To each time a piece of stone

Is able to get out of the eclipse

Do you see spring?

The one who put our lands to the suns

Tell me that you hear it?

The bud yes the flower who slumbers

Do you see spring?

The one that causes the streams

In the parts of the oceans

Should put back the counting to zero

Not allowed to drive at fifty-five

Not allowed to smoke in cafés

Not allowed to screw in the street

Not allowed to roam all naked

Not allowed to leave the country

Not allowed to drink in the rivers

To each corner of the street a toll road

To each shit its packaging

Not allowed to make love outside

Not allowed to make fires on the beach

Not allowed to sing in the metros

Not allowed to find a job

Not allowed to love street girls

Not allowed to shut its mouth

Not allowed to end all alone

Straight to the coffin

In this insignificance around

In the market of idiocies

Through who we are

In the perverse of liberties

In the these and the antitheses

In the red heat of the embers

Tell when you are watching

In the deep horizons of the bad time

Do you see spring?

The one who put our lands to the suns

Tell me that you hear it?

Of the flower resides the thorn who slumbers

Do you see spring?

The one that causes the streams

Between the fingers of the torrents

Yes its clear our boats are drunk

Do you see spring?

Our romances that we throw as pasture

In the oceans

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