You hang around in my nights like we hang around mass
When we no longer have faith and we don't know it
When we hang around ®ne knees at the feet of a priestess
To solve a riddle that does not exist
And you look up when the storks pass by
Who sell tenderness in the evening at the black market
In the street of the travelers, you met guignol
Who was disguised as an illusory poet
I authorize you to throw me away, I authorize you to throw me away
You carry around your boredom in the streets of wandering
And you clench your fists in the depths of your desires
When the city pukes up its overflow of impotence
And throws us three cents 'hope and infinity
I leave behind you Boyars' butts
The cry of a song and empty bottles
Random on my route between two station platforms
I'm just passing through, I won't have any wrinkles
I authorize you to throw me away, I authorize you to throw me away
From the bottom from your exile, you see processions
Of half-mad dogs that are relegated to death
You see cathedrals that display my name
For one last concert behind the scenes
You see the scaffolds that cut through innocence
And spread life everywhere three meters underground
Where we would like to go when we have taken our chance
And we remain knocked out with our faces at the bottom of a glass
I authorize you to throw me away, I authorize you to throw me away