Lost brains looking for empty heads
street lyrics looking for normal songs
spoiled verses like two ways crossed
affectionate phrases that look special.
This famous saying looks for a silent mouth
blind people looking for a house with windows
manger dolls drunk as hell
princesses who always turn back to frogs.
How poorly shared is the world
since the first January month
because this game lasts a second
and the first who scores wins.
We don't want to change the path
with the feet under ground
and if the thing twists,
we'll get the things and return to the town
And if we're left with the desires
put me a seal in the hand and I return tomorrow,
I return tomorrow early.
Because everyday is a weekend
like in the summer holidays,
and I'm with corduroys with this sun.
Cautious minds for total idiots
who follow the standards like good neighbors;
words that get stuck under the effect of the wine
poorly sworn phrases that scar your destiny.
My junky neighbor has a father policeman
he doesn't even want to realize he's always lacking money,
that almost always mocks him.
How poorly shared is the world
since the first January month
because this game lasts a second
and the first who scores wins.
We don't want to change the path
with the feet under ground
and if the thing twists,
we'll get the things and return to the town
And if we're left with the desires
put me a seal in the hand and I return tomorrow,
I return tomorrow early.
Because everyday is a weekend
like in the summer holidays,
and I'm with corduroys with this sun.
Time,
time is what we're lacking is time
I tell you with arguments
time is what lack for us
what never is in excess
is always time
time is what we're lacking is time
I tell you without swearings
time is what lack for us
what never is in excess
is always time
is always time...