To the most blatant and calm cynicism
Like that of songwriting
Being assholes is a gift of few
Doing it on purpose is stuff for idiots
To those who went to live in London
Berlin, Paris, Milan, Bologna
But fears have no fixed abode
Your turns are dreams of glory

La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la

To those who criticize, evaluate, praise
Children of too much, of a boring mother
Art is thought that comes out of the body
No more and no less like shit
To women, to men, to gays
I love you, I adore you and cover you with kisses
Naked bodies, clumsy or harmonious
Losers forever, perfect for today

La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la

To you who like to be fooled
By the born winners, by the navigator
From the new car and its stench
From the final test, from the man who dies

La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la

So if I ask you a question will you tell me the truth?
If possible I will tell you, sure
It is possible, of course it is possible and if you don't say it means you don't want to
Let's hear, what is it about?
Do priests have that thing like other men?
What are you talking about?
About the dick
Who told you about these things?
Do you want to answer me, do they have it or not?
We are like other men
And do you also fuck like other men?
But you must not talk like this
You don't want to answer me
As you will learn when you grow up, we must repress our desires
And do you do it too?
Yes
So you must be impotent
What did you say to Father Juan?

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES