So now you’ve picked at me, dissected me, masticated me,eaten me, feasted on me, wasted me and left me with the scraps.
Now you’ve diverted me, distorted me, dislocated me, decorticated me, dissipated me, integrated me and left me with the scabs.
I hope you’ll be sick through your skin, through your teeth through your stomach I hope you’ll retch and writhe in your own stinking vomit. I’ll lay in wait with baited breath while you wreath and you writhe in the mire or lies that you made and you choke on your own perfect poison.
Now you’ve invested me, invaded me, infested me, downgraded me, masturbated me, violated me.You calculated me, incriminated me, discriminated me, humiliated me, terminated me, contaminated me.

I hope you’ll be sick through your skin, through your teeth through your stomach I hope you’ll retch and writhe in your own stinking vomit. I’ll lay in wait with baited breath while you wreath and you writhe in the mire or lies that you made and you choke on your own perfect poison.
I hope you’ll be sick
Through your teeth through your stomach through your face, I hope you’ll retch and writhe

Now here come the helicoptersBut they won’t save you baby
I hope you’ll be sick through your skin, through your teeth through your stomach I hope you’ll retch and writhe in your own stinking vomit
Through your skin, through your teeth, through your stomach
Retch and writhe, retch and writhe, retch and writhe

the race is on
the race is on
will we ever find a way to peaceful days,now war is on All funds and credits releasedAll funds and credits releasedAll funds releasedAnd process is running so fast
Arm race is onThe arm race is on

La vie d'un sans-papier

Le rythme yankadi est une danse traditionnelle dansée lors d'une compétition organisée par le royaume guinéen. Le trophée en est la plus belle femme du village.

For everyone there is the dayThe day of the meetingThe hoped but unexpected encounterThe day you meet the one
When all the chances gatherTo re-unite two soulsAnd bring them together
The day

How could I be so rude when I metYou on this boat?I just laughed at you and said Oh no! Another FrenchBoy on this boat!
I was more the kind
forLove at second sightI was young and blindThat day

Now I would give everything that I haveTo live that day againI would look deep into your eyes and sayThat’s just a start my friend!
I would jump on you
To clearly let you knowThis the day weirdoThe day!

The legend of the marvellousJourneys and heroic deedsThe many adventuresOf Prince Bova
The mighty BogatyrBegins with the tale of his insidious mother
Militrisa KirtiervnaPlotted the deathOf her husbandTsar GuidonSo she could marry her secret lover Tsar Dadon

But when Dadon threwBova into a dungeonMilitrisa’s maternal heartWas deeply touched
The mighty BogatyrAnd so she helped Bova to escape
His two great powers:Unparalleled strengthAnd unearthly beautyEnabled himTo defeat the forces of evil and find his true love:Druzhevna Zenzeveyvna
He then married herAnd he too became a TsarThey had a sonWhom they also called Bova
The mighty BogatyrEnds with the tale of his handsome boy
Bova the elderWhen his son grew upReturned homeCraving for revengeHe beheaded Dadon and his son was crowned Tsar in his place

You wake upWrapped in your dreamsYou start to stretch like a cat
The sun shinesIt’s Sunday morningAnd I feel free as a bird
And I love youThe grain of your skinSpreads sparkles in me
We’re lazyWe share a few kissesEmbrace tenderly
We’ll leave the world behind and keep leaning in the sunIs time really passing by or are we kind of eternal?
In the airFlavours of fresh breadAnd delicious coffee
The bell rungEleven timesIt could have been billions more(and)OutsideChildren are playingWe hear them laughing

I knowYou enjoy itThough you’ve never really loved me
Whatever we are and whatever we feelThere are precious moments we should never throw away
In the beauty of this morning, we’ll just pretend to be oneWe’ll try to find a name for the kids we’ll never haveWhatever we are and whatever we feelThere are precious moments we should never throw away