Come on, let's get drunk
As soon as the stars spin their bad cotton
Let's beat the crazy winds
Jobardise cream with weapons of attraction
Massive. When suddenly a spell strips me away
I have a meeting in your eye
My body, an unreal thrill
Time to see thirty-six candles
Twirl
Carousels
And if our voices are dented
That the song is holed... At least
There is still a little air blowing
br/>You can breathe
We, kings of nothing, princes of nowhere
If we dream of a wet dream... At least
Of the holey song e, dare-dare
We can escape
Now the flood
Float neon signs
And if the air bursts with thunder , sloping slabs, we lock
Far from the Eldorados, the jellyfish, the Nero
Who at the bottom of black corridors of echoes
Forgot that earth is not is only water
Perched at the top of a Golgotha
Scanning the world through the Judas
Surf
Hollock
And if our voices are dented es
That the song is holed... At least
There is still a little air blowing
You can breathe
We, kings of nothing, princes of nothing part
If we have a wet dream... At least
From the song with holes, dare-dare
We can escape
Since
God only offers the sky in painting
Napalm, tsunamis or nonsense
Whisper to me
Some trifles
And if our voices are damaged
That the song is full of holes... At least
There are still mysteries in it
You can kiss me
We, kings of nothing, princes of nothing part
If we are tied hand and foot... At least
In the song with holes, dare-dare
We can still love each other
If everything goes to hell, everything goes to hell
That even the song is broken
Only the buttons are at war
Come, move along
Nor May Day identity
Nor barkers of shaved heads
In the song with holes, easy fathers
No need to decline it
And if the voice is dented
That the song is flawed
It's because some people are missing
I can cry without shame
Then, my eyes in the heavens laughing
à see us wanting to scratch them
It is with them too, drunkards
That I can still marvel
The blue vaults, the gold of the zithers
Describe an arc of eternity
There's a bit of the universe going on there
I see you vibrating there
Gavroches with loving looks,
And in love leave it alone
Of the song with holes, dare-dare
We can always dream
It's the big apple that splits its pear
And the edges of the collapsed world
It is, for sure, your imagination
Come on, invent
White dwarfs and black dwarfs
Can their bad cotton spin... At less
From the holey song, dare-dare
We can still escape
We, kings of nothing, princes of nowhere
We, kings of nothing , princes of nowhere
We, kings of nothing, princes of nowhere
We can still escape