I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't knowI like to play the game with my friendsI walk through the empty streets, there are no carsWe build small holes and small heartsClimb on trees and hide ourselvesWe're running through the pouring rainIdeas are clean and minds are freeNot captured by wrong idealsIdeas are clean and minds are freeLying in the green grass, dreaming of a silver moonLying in the green grass, dreaming of a silver moonI willow in mud without getting wetDirtyComing home with a fresh disgraceBut warmed up very lovelyLying in the green grass, dreaming of a silver moonLying in the green grass, dreaming of a silver moonMan, I'm SébastienIn 10 years, this will only be a book or dreamAll of these games will be played by ambitious little handsOh, I am in the green grass, in a new sliver.Oh, I am in the green grass, in a new sliver.Oh, I am in the green grass, in a new sliver.Oh, I am in the green grass, in a new sliver.Oh, I am in the green grass, in a new sliver.