And oh, I'm in a bad bad mood
I have pessimistic blood*
I'm waiting for the sadness to thaw
I can hardly laugh, I can hardly believe
I understood that there must be multitudes
Of danger to bring me to life.
I have an idea of how to fight the fever
Not a fixed point, I'm
A Rolling Stone
La, la, la... La, la, la
I'm the type to curse
To count more than an "it's over"
La, la, la
If I say to you "love"
La, la, la
I'm easy, it works for me
All I need is love
Yeah I
Come on my tracks and it's hot, hot
Everything to be in heaven
Yeah I
Have to go when it's too much
And when it's over, I make my bed again
And oh, I'm in a bad bad mood
Me, a rolling stone, I hide a blues
Confetti, I couldn't care less
I'm cursed, upset, I'm (dead)
I grasped that there must be multitudes
Of cocktails there to appease me
I have an idea of how to fight anger
Home styx, I am
A Rolling Stone
La, la, la... La, la, la
I'm the type to curse
To count more than an "it's over"
La, la, la... La, la, la
I'm the type to curse
God my need is love
La, la, la
I believe in your love
Oh, I believe in your love
Rolling Stone
La, la, la... La, la, la
I'm the type to curse
To count more than an "it's over"
La, la, la
If I say to you "love"
La, la, la
I'm easy, it works for me
All I need is love