You, you are feeling the hate of your girl
While the television is glad
There is a stupid face without expression
Like in a mahlerian symphony
And today the sun is very fine
The air is very light
While you are like a big shit
And the air is light again
When your eyes are full
When the colour of your life
Is like a boring morning
Without a sweet contretemps
Take your notes and close your eyes tonight
While the television is glad
Now, you are the king of all the things
Like in a mahlerian symphony
And today the sun is very fine
The air is very light
While you are like a big shit
And the air is light again
When your eyes are full
When the colour of your life
Is like a boring morning
Without a sweet contretemps
Just try and hit me
And make a better use of your notes
Because the music is like a gun-shot
In the soul of one of us
