[Lyrics from "Listening to Brahms"]

Dignity and culture

[Verse 1]
Hey
The consciousness of the other is a dungeon
To exist is to live the adventure of freedom
When we are born we are incarcerated
I'm going to show them what they don't want to see
By clipping at the Lebanese-Syrian border
Like rappers play rapper
Waiter I play waiter
I refused to be a prisoner of a role
I affirm it I t-cla a gram
Baby love she's an athlete
I show myself understanding
I approach thе window
If I get closer to the top
Thеy approach the window
Fuck off
Writing requires calm

[Bridge]
There are things that chance takes care of
Yesterday I dined a triangle, I refused a distribution
Jacques, underground, but never in the district
Hey, since it's me who writes, I don't even reread the script
Here it's Paname, igo it's not Tuscany
Here it's Paname, igo it's not Tuscany
[Verse 2]
Everyone stays in their place, baby, everything is managed
We catch each other during your break, eh
God for all, each for his cause
Purchasing power and scrapping bonuses
I was refused access, I'm depressed at the tess'
The water is only crystalline to dilute the tise
Accelerates mouse to radar
Another right arm that needs a brace
The presences of come ghostly
Send the suitcase from the Franco-Malagasys
More and more comfortable with not giving a fuck
Yours, I'm going to invest in Paris in large spaces
Then we'll go around the States in a Ford Escape
Who will pull a van on which we will have written "fuck the States"

[Bridge]
More and more comfortable with not giving a fuck
When retail dealers lie to you
The bouncers the pin-ups haunt you
My dark gaze mingles with her mint liquor-colored eyes
"Tino stays square, I can't round the corners anymore"

[Verse 3]
Tier-quar, hasta la vista, Mom doesn't stay in the city
Even if it means being turned down as much as being blacklisted
In the box I do not fit
Eyes to GiGi Black Mamba
A dinner in Sicily
She saw me coming like BACeux in civil
I'm not going to talk, or pass it to you, or sell it to you
It's your friends who sell it to you
All the same portion of friends sharing meat
Don't spit behind someone's back
You share the plate
But it seems, she's been waiting a long time
Is it clear enough if I shake my head "No"?
Broken mirrors near the start street