With all the little vices
you are considered an adult
and like the one who lets it rain
you go on overstepping the limits
of more than three ages.
As it's the absurd which kills
and never the one you would like,
as you do not see the change,
as so many things happen
without you being consulted.
You believe, oh wretch,
that time no longer exists.
You could already be a father
you think, if they really force you,
you look in the mirror
and always see yourself uglier.
The life of adolescence
has not gone you think;
with all the little vices
you feel it much more present.
You believe, oh wretch,
that time no longer exists.
Life is to death here
in a slow way,
and you fight together with others
and deny yourself a thousand things
and it always seems so little.
As it is the absurd which kills
and never the one you would like,
as you do not see the change,
as so many things happen
without you being consulted.
You believe, oh wretch,
that time no longer exists.