It's far from the body diving in the green water
From the odor of chlorine of covered pools
It's far from our desks, far from the ground
Have we grown up too quickly, very far from school?
It's far from the body curled under the duvet
Far from comfort, far from being at the party
Far from our parents, through the open door
Of our rooms, we nevertheless believe we see them appear
Look, it's far from from doubting that we're already there
More than half of it cut away, all that for that
Far from the buses rolling in the night
From the pallid teens and colonies
It's far from fruity skins, almond shower gel
In what sense do you have to turn my tongue over in your mouth
Look, it's far from from doubting that we're already there
More than half of it cut away, all that for that
It's far from the bodies which spoke while standing
Burning without effort, far from more than everything
It's far from our desires, far from the time
Of the season of pleasures, let's just say
Look, it's far from from doubting that we're already there
More than half screwed up, this love here
Look, it's far from from doubting that we're already there
More than half of it cut away, all that for what?
All that for that