Machin-chose [English translation]

They clashed by the dozen

A team, a captain

The sun straight on their beautiful profiles

Proudly tired and short of breath

Who wants these hours to return?

Who wants these hours to return?

And hail beneath my skin

Like the thoughts that we untangle

Re-creation from the bottom of my heart

Is it since I ran away from the crowd?

Who wants these hours to return?

Who wants these hours to return?

I'm forever what's her face, ever, ever

Ever, ever, ever, ever

Ever, ever, ever, ever

Eyes closed, doors shut, ever, ever

Ever, ever, ever ever

Ever, ever, ever, ever

She never remembered

And my name was forgotten

Two or three nicknames invented for mockery

I'm the kid who went off to write

And that's why I can't make it [tonight]

And that's why I can't make it [tonight]

Because they had that appeal

The health that got away from me

There, all the way at the back, a dreamer who runs

There, all the way at the back, a dreamer who runs

Who wants these hours to return?

Who wants these hours to return?

I'm forever what's her face, ever, ever

Ever, ever, ever, ever

Ever, ever, ever, ever

Eyes closed, doors shut, ever, ever

Ever, ever, ever ever

Ever, ever, ever, ever

Ever, ever, ever

Ever, ever, ever

Ever, ever, ever

Ever, ever, ever

Ever, ever, ever