I left my land
One night under siege
For a sweet horizon, Le Mirage means mirage
I didn't see the connections
You, you saw eternity
Sky red, orange
Under black dead palms
So I increase the volume
Because everything exists in music
It is this that integrates fantasy with reality
Thinking always of myself
What I'm doing here
What am I doing here now
Thinking always of myself
Will I die here
Will I die here now
Thinking always of myself
What I'm doing here
What am I doing here with you
Thinking always of myself
If I die here then I'll die here with you
Thinking always of myself
I left my land
After questioning about conscientious objection
A time in quarantine
Far from lust and beauty
You always see the connections
I, I see
I see a sky without clouds
I see an eternal slow summer
You see a city without morals
You see a sick version of freedom
You said: You are so naive
I said: I know
Thinking always of myself
What I'm doing here
What am I doing here now
Thinking always of myself
Will I die here
Will I die here now
Thinking always of myself
What I'm doing here
What am I doing here with you
Thinking always of myself
If I die here then I'll die here with you
Thinking always of myself
Don't see the connections
You see reality
I don't see the same thing as you
I see the sunset
I don't see the same thing as you
You see the fall
You said: You are so naive
I said: I know
Thinking always of myself