You've toured the city and the whole planet
You've set foot on islands where you were illiterate
You've seen all kinds of girls and boys pass by
You've encountered snippets of life and horizons

But a beautiful journey is a prison
When you have someone who loves you at home
And there are humans everywhere
Big ones, tiny ones
Crowds disfigured by life
Who are active day and night
And of these humans everywhere
Who have passed before your eyes
Who have talked about themselves and their lives
It's her you've chosen

You zigzag among the waves, humans, houses
You drag your mug according to schedules and seasons
After four flights, it's bad luck
At her place it's night, it's so boring
You're alone at the end of the world and alone at the end of the line and your life

All these beautiful journeys are a prison
When you have someone who loves you at home
And there are humans everywhere
Big ones, tiny ones
Crowds disfigured by life
Who are active day and night
And of these humans everywhere
Who have passed before your eyes
Who have talked about themselves and their lives
It's her you've chosen

Yes, there are humans everywhere
Big ones, tiny ones
Crowds disfigured by life
Who are active day and night
And of these humans everywhere
Who have passed before your eyes
Who have talked about themselves and their lives
It's her you've chosen, oh oh

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