There are hidden cars and, however, poorly hidden
And you see them swinging to the rhythm of whoever is inside
To be able to console themselves
Enjoying the horns
Among the ghosts of Elvis there are clouds in some rooms
And fewer umbrellas than you think
You know what the magician Walter has in mind
When the trick succeeds he no longer thinks about anything ?
And the kids are around
Of course some are in the games room
And perhaps few people recognize the smell of the ditches
And you feel your veins
Full of who you are
And you stick to the life you have
Light, in the best dress
Without going or returning, without destination
Light, in the best dress< br/>A little sun in your head and a
Song in your mouth
Where the band will pass, with its out of fashion sound
With its sound a little heavy one day
/>A day too light instead?
While Key bangs because her vein screams
Do you think you're lucky
You just missed it by a hair
And you see yourself with someone who goes the same way as you
And you feel the right to feel light-hearted
There's someone screaming for a stag party
For a shot at life with a rented slut
And you feel her veins
Filled with what you are
And you stick to the life you have
Light, in the best dress
Without going nor return without destination
Light, in the best dress
A little sun on your head and a song in your mouth