I don't know how much time I'm wasting Why do I try and I can't do it? And I, who hate those who make me sad Oh God, I think I'm going crazy There would be things to talk about But if you relate everything, everything loses its value And then, slowly, I practice and look for the millimeter Love, if you treat it with love, that's the least Oh, but how to do it? They all talk and talk Wait, I don't get it, they almost opened the tunnel When I talk, I don't recognize myself When I was thin, I felt concessed He kissed me under the restaurant I have a family, this is efficient And they call me, but I don't go there I take care of myself, but I'm so ungrateful I can't really empathize Too many bads and too many sounds Too many bads and too many sounds, it's impossible The Lord still says no to them in 2029 As if they were left-wing leaders to be listened to But for centuries they have been the same and they make me cry I apologize to those who believe in us and hope in the transcendental Even I, there are my saints, I listen to their words Scientists, half-crazy, I'm a poet and a great painter I'm an astronomer, I give votes, I'm an artist, I'm a doctor Oh, but how to do it? They all talk nonsense Wait, I don't commit to phrases, they go back and forth When I talk, I don't recognize myself When I was thin, I felt concessed He kissed me under the restaurant I have a family, this is efficient And they call me, but I don't go there I take care of myself, but I'm so ungrateful I can't empathize Too many ideas, too many sounds I feel guilty, I still don't have it So I go to the mouth, I still don't know She wants it, she's alone, she said it's the original fact That mother is bitter meat, the other one is always bad I want it for breakfast, breadcrumbs and jam I want Nutella on the toasted bread And you don't have to break me, if you kiss me I won't give you Maria's or even Jesus' When I talk, I don't recognize myself When I was thin, I felt concessed He kissed me under the restaurant I have a family, this is efficient And they call me, but I don't go there I take care of myself, but I'm so ungrateful I can't empathize Too many ideas, too many sounds © transcript Emily Beynon