I have music inside my head
My cat understands, he already knows
He tries to come out then stays
Maybe it's curiosity
If I walk around the room at night
Mine pen knows why
He jumps on the paper and then dances
He writes by himself, better than me
But there are songs that remain there 
Private fragments left half-finished 
/>That remain with me
Inside a notebook
Songs meet on the street
In cars, in cinemas, at bars
I saw one torn up
Maybe it was mine how it got here
We are all dispersed and harder than ever
We seem like different animals but then
We carry a bit of ourselves with us
Inside a notebook
How many times something goes wrong
I wander around a bit here, a bit there
There are pages and pages that
I take from my life and then throw them away
The songs are they meet on the street
In cars, in cinemas, at bars
I saw one torn up
Maybe it was mine, maybe it was mine
But how did it get here