We were coming from the yards, kilometers pile
All the sad goodbyes we had, I remember them all
Now I've made a whole new life
I can see it from afar : your cities and their sighs, your buildings and churches within the heart of the town, and the suburbs, are the greenhouse where my opinion dries
Great City of Devotion stuck in its own Glory
Free Market Emotions feed the World Money Tree
Increase Good Productions with loans and wages
The pyramid of ages is collapsing and waiting
For the last shot of h**n
Growing teenage armies are starving of memories
There is nothing left to hide underneath the coat of time
We're too old to pretend, we're too fair and too wise
We had great fights but I don't recall the bites
It's an opinion we shared, it disappeared in the air, like a booze
And we're getting way too loose
Now I guess it's only time to share for you and I