Welcome to the strangest days,
Say hello to the new normal, its here.
Fractured unity still plays,
Say goodbye to the old formal, revere.
All the things prioritised and all the stars we idolised
Seem stupid now.
Forced to survive on our own with little more than mobile phones
For company and news, its company we choose.
This is hero, this is hero hour
This is hero, this is hero hour
This is hero, this is hero hour
Re-choose your hero now

All eyes on the prize , individualism is on the rise,
got nothing left to talk about but me.
How I appeal, how do I feel, shooting the schpeel,
Everyday is a symptomatic narcissistic showreel for you to see.
And I ask you, tell me again.

Oh boy, whats your hit count, oh girl, pout the lips out,
Confront the inner fears in public.
Self love is self inflicted , got myself all self addicted,

we birth the vanity republic.
And I ask you, tell me again.
And I ask you, when will it end.
This vanity Republic
This vanity Republic

Back to the plane, you know
Somehow I've got to go
Home is a cold case
I thing you should go
Tears are a fact and a call
Here, on my cheeks when I fall
Colours are blending in my dreams
As I move along
Too many hours a day
No single place to go
Low grounds and far space
On the same window
I know the key to the door
You've got to push down a wall
There is nothing left to hear
Nothing more to grow
The only one feeling, everyone's got
A lonely heart's colour is anyone's black
All in all better, when feeling off track
Every soul living's got the tears in the back
Some sing the dark away
Some say the day will shine
So much for light ray
I rise at night-time
Shade on the sands of the shore
Fades on us for evermore
You are a question to my ears
With answers on the floor
The only one feeling, everyone's got
A lonely heart's colour is anyone's black
All in all better, when feeling off track
Every soul living's got the tears in the back
The only one feeling, everyone's got
A lonely heart's colour is anyone's black
All in all better, when feeling off track
Every soul living's got the tears in the back
ad lib

I won’t let you down
But now I’ve done it

Every Monday nothing is done
From every bad day , I have to learn
Every Sunday nothing is done
But I got no chance to be in love

Never done
And I got no chance
Never done
And I keep it straight
Never done
And I got no reason
Never done
And I need the words

There was a man who simply said I'm just a cosmic spill father of new ages There was a man who smiled at me you've got to leave this world behind for family

N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veutBaudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Suffit pas d’être saoul
Ni de paraître fou
C’est pas une question de shoots
Ni de sexe ni de look

N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veut
Baudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Seulement savoir pourquoi
Tout brûle autour de soi
Pourquoi ces châteaux de sable
Qu’engloutissent les vagues
N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veut
Baudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Seulement savoir pourquoi
Faire et puis tout défaire
Et mettre tout à l’envers
Avec la même foi

N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veut
Baudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Seulement savoir pourquoi
Là-haut sur son étoile
Soufflent les vents du désert
Qui brûlent la peau et l’âme



English translation :

THERE'S ONLY GAINSBOURG


There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
It’s not enough to
be drunk
No
appear
to be
crazy
It's not a question of shooting up
No of
sex no
of
appearances

There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
Just
knowing
why
Everything burns around you
Why these sand castles
swallowed up by
the waves
There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
Just
knowing
why
Make and
un-make
And putting
everything
the other way round
With the same
conviction

There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
Just
knowing
why
Up there on his star
the desert winds
blow
burning
skin and
soul