"But he is drowning
Cracked sidewalks
Hidden desperation
Under tons of bursts of laughter
Knocking against the years
Infinitely dragging on
Loved and hated
But he is drowning
The summer, the autumn
The white, the black
Everything is in opposition
But I am not free
That little blonde woman
On the opposite sidewalk
Brought me love
But why always?
But he is drowning
She whispers to me
Money, misery, someone else.
A perfume of vengence
A taste of what is to come
But he is drowning"