An infinite time since the last time
What I feel in this student city...
In this world
Being cool is permitted
Being myself, prohibited
I can hear from here their spirit call
That hide a profound malaise
Everybody smiles
This guy shows his new jeans
This girl her new dress
Indeed a false world,
In which only the image is the most important
Did he saw me ?
Did she smiled me ?
Are the main spirit's question,
That I can hear in this plastic world.
Still in my adventure,
My records are my essence
Because I know and you know
What they can’t imagine
I prefer to live in my world,
To believe in what I saw,
And in what I felt,
It allows me to stay full
In a way, to stay the same