I've got wrinkles and bags under my eyes
Salt and pepper hair and arthrosis is mad at me
Every check-up is worse than before
I've got a senior card and pension, I'm old
White coats are examining my piss
Checking my prostate, telling me about old people's homes
Kids in the bus let me have their seat
Ha, ha, and when I leave
They speak in slang like "Check out the old timer"
If those words are pickaxes, they're digging my grave
But I have to stand straight despite my back
My scoliosis and this fucking lumbago
I was eminent, quality
I worked hard, was respected
From juvenile to retired
I haven't made the most of it, I've wasted my life
So now what ? You want me to go jogging ?
Make up for those years with bodybuilding ?
Use anti-wrinkle made with porcine fat ?
Looking clean with some peeling and lifting
Sounds fake, I want fire and shape
Distort this monotonous and dismal world
Like every spring drives me to autumn
To a Sonotone, I'm losing this Sonotone
I'm losing this Sonotone (x16)
I'm ready to summon evil forces
To invertebrate the verb with my lips
To become the one that used to gambol in the grass
I raise my left hand and announces with eloquence
To be ready, for face or reverse
Pact with God or Hell
I want... the elixir, lust
The luxury to be permanent like the Ku Klux Klan
You,
Come to me
You'll become
Explosive like Mount Etna
Kneel
And look down
(Kneel and look down)
Towards the sonotone, I'm losing this Sonotone
I'm losing this Sonotone (x16)
What's happening ? I feel like I'm revived
From old butterfly I become a chrysalis
I was impotent, now my skin's tightening
Like when I was 20, I've swallowed spring
Young, fun, sparkling like a new gun
I have new blood, want a thousand huns
Plus a thousand friends from Bangkok to Elbeuf
And with this, a thousand parties
'Cause everything's tainted, vicious circle
Bladder there, baldness here
Thank you, I have proofs of your work
Eternal youth to re-write my work
Resurrection, the return of erection
Action when before there was fiction
Return of libido, brief nights
Phoney alibis to re-write the dream
Her
Beautiful...
Citadel besieged
By a rebel army
Me
In turmoil...
Climbing the rock
To end up in her arms
I can do it, I've got fire, shape
I shape my monotonous and dismal world
Swallow spring and spit autumn out
Because nothing is lost, everything is transformed
Because nothing is lost, everything is transformed
Towards the Sonotone
I'm losing this Sonotone (x16)
(I wantedto tell you...)
I wanted to tell you that I'm leaving
(I wanted to tell you that I'm leaving, that I'm leaving...)
I wanted to tell you that I'm leaving