I like so much this conventional era
under which revolutionary fevers
are germinating .
A little italian girl
wins the euro contest song
by telling her lover
sh\'es not old enough yet
and to wait a bit ...
The audience is spellbound !
Love was as simple as a few words
written in the ink of my heart ,
that traveled into a mysterious dimension
before setting on the pink of your lips...
was she singing to me while I ran
the sierra with Che Guevarra ?
But my eyes had just been opened
under the cold gaze of a digital camera.
Strange maze in a blank memory...
I\'m back at the beginning ,
riding a spider in a hurry
to get to Wembley for the final ...
A man and a woman love each other
will they meet again ,
next year in Marienbad ?
The iron lady doesn\'t smile,
I set foot on ellis island ...
A belgian kid walked on the moon,
and the damsels of Brussels
were beautiful ...
Just take five !
Will you be my mother ?
I would have made a set of pearls
from the cobblestones of Paris
around the neck of my sweet heart...
but on life\'s clock
rock ran too fast ...
You see,my letter will arrive
50 years early
and you \'ll already be a granny...
I\'m a renaissance play boy
awaiting his destiny road 66.
Mister Lucifer will stop
to pick me up
towards a millenium of misfortune.
Baby from nowhere ,born somewhere,
traveler in the rain of black september...
\'\'Volare ,cantare ,nel blu dipinto di blues \'\'.
A wacky angel lost me in a cloud of canabis,
plunging me into the blurred abyss .
Let me die till the next future !
And this time, I\'ll find the lyrics ...