He is never well shaved, he is always tired,He always says yes to a good glass of wine.He is never afraid of anything.He has always wanted girls, but all those he undressesNever stay until the next morning, but if he is wrong, he is right.It's really not the question, let's not talk about it.He has no borders, and he has no peace, and he is not from here.He has no peace to warn his departure, he is from nowhere.He has several pairs of eyes, who know who greets,They travel in the empty and in time.But he is always ready to laugh, for the best or for the worst,I think they have fun from time to time.He has no real prison, he only sees the horizon,Through the noise of the early morning, but if he is wrong, he is right.It's really not the question, let's not talk about it.He has no borders, and he has no peace, and he is not from here.InstrumentalComme il n'en a pas l'air, moi je vous jure qu'il est bizarre, il est de nulle part.InstrumentalIl n'a pas de frontières, et il n'a même pas de pays, il n'en a pas l'air.Mais je vous jure qu'il est bizarre, il est de nulle part.InstrumentalIl n'a pas de frontières, et il n'a même pas de pays, il n'en a pas l'air.Mais je vous jure qu'il est bizarre, il est de nulle part.InstrumentalInstrumentalInstrumental