I come, I come, I come
I come from the moon
That crosses your sky
And I find the fear inappropriate
For a different culture
That pours on me
Its perverse madness
It gets to the point
That when it sees me, it swerves

And wants to run me over, this gentleman
Who prides himself on the saint attached to the dashboard
And hasn't understood that I'm willing, man
To stay under, man, maybe not even when I fuck
Yeah, man, but go back to your country, you're different
It's impossible, I come from the universe
Because I lost my way, what do you want me to say
Friend, you were born here because a pussy gave birth to you here
In what way are you better, do me a favor, buddy
There's no deal here that you can deserve
You're confined, but in your mental state
I'm lunatic and I do whatever the fuck I want

I am not black
I am not white
I am not active
I am not tired
I don't come from any nation
But I, yes, I take you to the moon

I come from the moon
But I come from the moon
But I come from the moon
But I, I, I and you

You're mad at me because I fuck up your job
Because I fuck up your car
Or I fuck your girl under the moon
But what do you want it to be
It's not my fault if your woman has the last name Pompilio like Numa
Hey, you say I'm ugly, that I stink like a rat
Friend, you're a thug and above all, you're not Paul Newman
And your fiction only touches me slightly
And I piss on your show that runs smoothly like Truman
Hey, I miss my light moon
I remember the evening, the stars of a flag but it was
A hope, it was
A frontier, it was
The spring of a new era, it was, it was
Stupid, we fill you with trinkets right away
In exchange for your status as a free subject
No, it's an inappropriate proposal
Keep the earth, man, I want the moon

I am not sane
I am not crazy
I am not real
I am not fake
I don't bring you bad luck or fortune
But I, yes, I take you to the moon

I come from the moon
But I come from the moon
But I come from the moon
But I, I, I

It wasn't easy for me to find myself here
I was an unexpected guest, an unwanted burden surrendered
And accomplices satellites that reflect an artificial well-being
Yes, artificial, hey
Moon under which to talk about love

You warm yourself at home in front of your TV
The truth in your mentality is that fiction is better than real life
Which instead is unpredictable and not the result of something already written
In a book you've already read all of
But I, I, I no, I, I, I

I come from the moon
But I come from the moon
I come from the moon
I come from the moon

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES