What a deep pit for a young man
Dreaming for wiser land, wiser land
Face to face by the window

The buzzy bee has no time for sorrow

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me W.B
Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me, yeah

What a deep pit for an hold man

Like a blind bird with no wings in the dark, in the dark
Face to face by the window

The buzzy bee has no time for sorrow

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me W.B
Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me, yeah

If the fool will persist in his folly
He would become wise

No bird soars to high

If he soars with his own wings
The most sublime

Act is to set another before you

The soul of sweet delight

Can never be defiled, can never be defiled

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me W.B
Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me,

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me, yeah

I smoke the hours

In a nest full of dynamite

I fishing plastic fish

In black puddles on the curb

Do you think about to burn your girl down
Do you think about to burn your car down
Do you think about it x3

Gasoline x2
Everything is gasoline
Gasoline x2
Everything is gasoline

Why the king eats better than dogs
Probably because he know’s

Who kills for gold

Sweeping his ass with velvet

The crowd begging crumbs

Do you think about to burn your girl down
Do you think about to burn your car down
Do you think about it x3

Do you think about it x2

Gasoline x2
Everything is gasoline
Gasoline x2
Everything is gasoline
Gasoline x2
Everything is gasoline
Gasoline x2
Everything is gasoline

Dans mon océan pacifiqueY’a des bugs et Y’a des clicks
Y’a ma baleine Moby Dick
Qui nage seule dans le bleu de l’antarctique
Dans mon asile psychédélique
Y’a un bug et même plus de déclic
Y’a ma baleine Moby Dick
Qui plonge, plonge dans le bleu de méthylène

La Haut-Haut où hurle le vent
Y’a des barrières qui se brisent
Et des coraux tout blancs qui se déguisent
La Haut-Haut où hurle le vent
Y’a des vagues de mots qui se soulèvent
Et se perdent au loin
Dans l’océan
Au large des côtes de l’Afrique
Y’a des sonars qui sondent la mer
Et des sous-marins nucléaires
Qui déclarent la guerre aux étoiles de mer
Y’a des mers qui se meurent
Dans des tourbillons de plastique
Et ma baleine Moby Dick
Qui nage seule dans le bleu de l’antarctique
La Haut-Haut où hurle le vent
Y’a des barrières qui se brisent
Et des coraux tout blancs qui se déguisent
La Haut-Haut où hurle le vent
Y’a des vagues de mots qui se soulèvent
Et se perdent au loin
Dans l’océan
Dans l’océan



English translation :
IN MY PACIFIC OCEAN
In my pacific ocean
There are bugs and there are clicks
There's my whale Moby Dick
Who's swimming
alone in the blue of Antarctica
In my psychedelic asylum
There's a bug and even more
of the
click
There's my whale Moby Dick
Who dives, dives
in
the
methylene blue
Up
High,
where the wind howls
There are barriers breaking
And white corals that disguise themselves

Up
High,
where the wind howls
There are waves of words rising
up
And getting
lost in the distance
In the ocean
Off the coast of Africa
There are sonars probing the sea
And nuclear submarines
Who declare war on starfish
There are seas that are dying
In plastic whirlpools
And my whale Moby Dick
Who's swimming alone in the blue of Antarctica

Up
High,
where the wind howls
There are barriers breaking
And white corals that disguise themselves
Up
High,
where the wind howls
There are waves of words rising
up
And getting
lost in the distance
In the ocean
In the ocean

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