You, you spend your time hiding in your drawers

Your packages of white paper, your pieces of dark thoughts
                   
Then you parade for three restaurant coupons

And then you quietly leave in your subway wagon

She, she hears, she hears…

Turning helicopters

 

When one speaks about the Devil, you throw a little salt

Your beautiful raincoat does not pass under ladders

You have got the dog moving his head in the back of your car

You have twice more appetite during news time

When she hears, she hears…

Turning helicopters

 

It’s easy to lower lashes

You know that even blood fades

These poor people in exile

I’ wouldn’t be in their shoes

 

Cities are waking up under the knocks of rockets

You sip your whisky your ass on your carpet

And even if sometimes you have got water in your eyes

During the first broadcasted ad

Everybody laughs

 She, she hears, she hears…

 Turning helicopters

 

Cities are waking up under the knocks of rockets

You sip your whisky your ass on your carpet

You request angrily some more ice cubes

While at the other end of the earth, deep down in Soweto

 

Her, she hears, she hears

Turning helicopters…