LiBerté [English translation]

I am not between books and flags,

between sheep in procession,

who has a face like a butt

and in the pocket a solution

with who preaches us morals

and who decides what is normal, normal.

To hell with the professional good ones,

and who says "Stay at your place!"

my only vocation

is to only be a stray dog.

I choose for myself where I want to be

and you can keep making mistakes.

Your disguised rules,

the already chewed truths,

fairytale life, yes, but in exchange for your soul

And don't knock at my door because

I won't let myself be found,

now or ever

Nothing will be able to hurt me

at last!

And I'm not with who has stopped thinking,

with those who say "I'm not sorry"

and are scared just to imagine

to call out the windmills

with whom he repeats "My little one,

happy you, who eats bread and utopia"

I don't follow the herd's rules

a whole life with a leash.

I have already seen that gaze,

the eyes of a dog with a chain

who wags its tail when it's commanded

and barks, barks at the moon.

And the stainless consciences

your periodical dreems

give me a fairytale, yes, but you give your soul in exchange!

And don't knock at my door because

I won't let myself be found,

now or ever

Nothing will be able to hurt me

at last!

Only the wind that rises,

no belonging,

only the stray thought

sweetness, fury, disobbeying.

I'm the already departed ship,

war to desert

ready to scream

the only rule that there is.

LiBerté! (×3)

I won't let myself be found,

now or ever

Nothing will be able to hurt me

at last!

Nothing will be able to hurt me

at last!

LiBerté!