They made a world too small for you,
for your ideas,
for the hunger
in your eyes open wide
towards infinity.
You are a prisoner of your house,
of your parents
of that adult who tells you they are right
and lies to you.
[Refrain]
You were born for madness,
for light
for the countries
made up of kings.
And you ask yourself at night,
held prisoner.
Why do you live
And where do you go.
Why do you live
And where do you go
You don't have a plane or a boat
to go away.
The remaining illusions
are like a raft
about to sink.
And yet you want with all your body,
with all your heart,
to finally break the black and white of your decor,
to live in color
[Chorus] x3