[Chorus]
A
Like a wave on the water,
C G
The profligates spread their sound down the bridges.
D
They are poor and however
They’ll stay in the street, where when they play, they’re rich
[Verse 1]
Jay called Fetide…
These notes and this harmony,
He’s the one behind all this,
The link between the galaxies.
A true Chameleon of the music.
Still more and more debauchery.
Alex called Vod’…
Strange effects, sad or happy.
A child, a musical maturity,
And a piano together to be him
In his universe, he writes a story.
Always with his fingers on the keys.
Jul called la frite…
His fingers under the strings,
With blond hair in the wind,
Common chords that he brings
Are like the murmuring of the clouds
And like the thunder in the same time.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
E FM7 G6 C
A background sound
That we have done
At us, in our cartons
Words about a world
where we have gone
A concreted kingdom
With a simple landscape
To escape ours…
No past, no future but just
A present full of pleasures
A present of profligates
Accueil 
