I feel far from the cold of the banquets, I feel far from the heat of the islands. Your golden cities, your gray cities, they are my treasure, my asset. I agree for the accordion, but you still take Napoleon. It's not the century of lights, that of kings of the deserts. My old Europe, you were fashionable, you're not really rock. There's nothing to do, you're tempered, you're not your time. But it must be hereditary. I feel good at home, I feel at home. With this past that clings to you, your old stories, your king's furniture. It's the one of my first steps, this great opera setting. I have memories of geography, up to the virgin land, to infinity. Let me take my share, for this mission in oblivion. My old Europe, you were fashionable, you're not really rock. There's nothing to do, you're tempered, you're not your time. But it must be hereditary. I feel good at home, I feel at home. Je suis comme toi, je peux pas me décider. Pour mes amours, comme j'ai hésité. Je voudrais pas te donner d'conseils, surtout que t'es la plus vieille. My old Europe, you were fashionable, you're not really rock. There's nothing to do, you're tempered, you're not your time. But it must be hereditary. I feel good at home, I feel at home. I feel good at home, I feel at home I feel good at home, I feel at home I feel good at home, I feel at home I feel good at home, I feel at home I feel good at home, I feel at home I feel good at home, I feel at home