Deep boredom now
Along the crossroads
That I no longer see
What's passing by

And the radio that
I heard down there
Is recovering a bit
Recycling a blues

There's no more imagination
Everything seems to drag on like this
Some hint
Some idea
Too little to break free from here

There's no more imagination
Not even in being together among us
We hardly go out anymore

And on TV they show dramas
That I've already seen
I already know
Well, oh
And tomorrow they write pages
That I've already read
I already know
Uh, oh, look

There's no more harmony
Massacred under the blows of a rap
There's no more imagination now
Everything seems to drag on like this
But where is the music
Where is it going
Until when will it survive

And you too "Holy author"
Who from your altar shot down
You don't know what to say anymore
The words are almost finished
Especially the fake ones
And nothing has changed
That power is always there
And it doesn't go away
And it doesn't go away
Well, oh, well, oh
And nothing has changed
This is a bit of news
That will remain with us, uh, uh
And it will remain with us, uh, oh
Look, well oh, look further

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