Be bop barefoot under the moon, without faith, roof or fortune
I spent my time doing whatever
On black runs*, preferably
When the demon of dance
Takes my body, whatever I do, everything goes well
On an electronic jerk, playful loves are knotted
Be bop, life is whatever
It's a party, it's psychedelic, don't ask what I'm making
I'd reply to you "it's whatever, I don't know anything about it."
Dum di da, I wear myself out, it's not enough
To make me forget that you're no longer here.
I've kept this photo on me,
This photo-booth** picture you didn't like
If you come back, don't wait until my body hangs at the end of a rope.
Be bop, barefoot under the moon, without faith, roof or anyone
I really believe that I'd do whatever
To see you again for five minutes, at Golden Sands near the dunes
I'll tell you whatever, it will be fine.
Dum di da, I wear myself out, it's not enough
To make me forget that you're no longer here.
I've kept this photo on me
This photo-booth** picture you didn't like
If you come back, don't wait until I'll have fallen for France
To see you again for five minutes, at Golden Sands near the dunes
I'll tell you whatever, it will be fine.
Dum di da, I wear myself out, it's not enough
To make me forget that you're no longer here.
I've kept this photo on me
This photo-booth** picture you didn't like
If you come back, don't wait until I'll have fallen for France