I don't know where I'm going, or where I am, but everyone wants to be there Somewhere, there, in life, and there, I want to be there But only my soul has access, and I know, that I don't have any of these habits It's lighter than a soul, I fly away and fraud the dirty ones who stick my four legs I fall, suddenly these voices sing to me, that a soul knows that this one is absent I dare to die, I'm tired of living, but my desires for life are numbered, so I'm drunk Of thoughts, of nuances, of songs, of songs, of songs Of thoughts, of nuances, of songs, of songs, of songs, of songs And I don't know on which foot I'm dancing, so I leave, non-stop, I leave Late as always, and why? I fly I fly Yes, I fly And then I die Then I fly And then I die Yes, I fly And I fly The hours continue, from subway to neurone, and I fraud their content But it will take me more than a time, to cut the end of this impasse Because they eat us crunk, or in sauce, they eat the air, and leave the blood Yes, I'm afraid of this audience, I'm not afraid of death, but of oblivion It's good what you did, that we remember you, but especially not what you did Besides, I'm not crazy, so fortunately, that I don't dream of touching the backdoor Because it will be healthy, and knowing me, I would kiss Elias with my Malchance You see why I would like to be a pig, a lion, or a man, but live without death Or be dead Yes, I fly But it's stronger than me, and as I don't like men, I stay out of me Always elsewhere, I do surpluses, but my thoughts run and surpass On the moon, very few want to see me, and I often return to join me Instead of spending time to feed me, I flee, think, before dying And I fly I fly I fly I fly I fly I fly I fly I fly I fly I fly I fly