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 helicopters
But 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 released
All funds and credits released
All funds released
And process is running so fast

Arm race is on
The 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 day
The day of the meeting
The hoped but unexpected encounter
The day you meet the one

When all the chances gather
To re-unite two souls
And bring them together

The day

How could I be so rude when I met
You on this boat?
I just laughed at you and said Oh no! Another French
Boy on this boat!

I was more the kind
for
Love at second sight
I was young and blind
That day

Now I would give everything that I have
To live that day again
I would look deep into your eyes and say
That’s just a start my friend!

I would jump on you

To clearly let you know
This the day weirdo
The day!

The legend of the marvellous
Journeys and heroic deeds
The many adventures
Of Prince Bova

The mighty Bogatyr
Begins with the tale of his insidious mother

Militrisa Kirtiervna
Plotted the death
Of her husband
Tsar Guidon
So she could marry her secret lover Tsar Dadon

But when Dadon threw
Bova into a dungeon
Militrisa’s maternal heart
Was deeply touched

The mighty Bogatyr
And so she helped Bova to escape

His two great powers:
Unparalleled strength
And unearthly beauty
Enabled him
To defeat the forces of evil and find his true love:
Druzhevna Zenzeveyvna

He then married her
And he too became a Tsar
They had a son
Whom they also called Bova

The mighty Bogatyr
Ends with the tale of his handsome boy

Bova the elder
When his son grew up
Returned home
Craving for revenge
He beheaded Dadon and his son was crowned Tsar in his place

You wake up
Wrapped in your dreams
You start to stretch like a cat

The sun shines
It’s Sunday morning
And I feel free as a bird

And I love you
The grain of your skin
Spreads sparkles in me

We’re lazy
We share a few kisses
Embrace tenderly

We’ll leave the world behind and keep leaning in the sun
Is time really passing by or are we kind of eternal?

In the air
Flavours of fresh bread
And delicious coffee

The bell rung
Eleven times
It could have been billions more
(and)
Outside
Children are playing
We hear them laughing

I know
You enjoy it
Though you’ve never really loved me

Whatever we are and whatever we feel
There are precious moments we should never throw away

In the beauty of this morning, we’ll just pretend to be one
We’ll try to find a name for the kids we’ll never have
Whatever we are and whatever we feel
There are precious moments we should never throw away