The imagination of the people that has come down to us
It does not come from the stars
To the rescue, stupid people whose rivers are in flood
You can stay afloat
And it is not It's my fault if executioners exist
If imbecility exists
If the benches are full of sick people
Up patriots to arms, engagez vous
Contemporary music , it throws me down
The Ayatollah Khomeini for many is sainthood 
You always take the bait
You build the barricades in the square on behalf of the bourgeoisie
Which creates false myths of progress
Who do you think we are, for the hair we wear
We are fireflies who are in the darkness
Up etc.
The Empire of music is It has reached us
Loaded with lies
Let's send the artistic directors into retirement
The cultural workers
And it's not my fault if shows exist
Eon fumes and laser beams
If the platforms are full
Of idiots who move
Up etc.