Journeys, there's what we do
And what we imagine
Journeys, failed or wonderful
And always anonymous

Always, always further we go
We go towards the origin
Always towards the danger of elsewhere
Finally we imagine it

Leave
Leave when the sun rises
Run, as fast as we dream
Feel that life is still retreating
Know that their lives resemble each other
Like the blurred suburbs

Journey, the heart abandoned
Under this rain of exile
Journeys, these unknown faces
Under the divine asphalt

Beware
These millions of human beings
Who cross and lose each other
Beware
Towards what fragile destiny, towards what golden fleece

Leave
Leave when the sun rises
Run, as fast as we dream
Feel that life is still retreating
Know that their lives resemble each other
Like the blurred suburbs

Look, in the cut-out sky
It's like the blackened walls
Look, these millions of windows
Worried about the night

Leave
Leave when the sun rises
Run, as fast as we dream
Feel that life is still retreating
Know that their lives resemble each other
Leave
Leave when the sun rises
Run, as fast as we dream
Feel that life is still retreating
Know that their lives resemble each other
Like the blurred suburbs

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES