La Nausée

How I feel so distant from 'em
From the height of this hill
I feel like a part of another race
They come out from the offices
After their daily work
Watchin' the buildings an' the streets with a satisfied look
They feel like as it's their town
A «nice bourgeoise town»
Their fearless
They feel like at home
Never seen the tame water coming out from the taps
Never seen the light sparking from the chandelier

When the witch is turned on
Never seen the bastard trees stand on a pole
They have the certainty a hundred times that ev'rything
Is done mechanically
That the world obey to fixed an' immutable laws

Abandoned bodies fell at the same speed
They're peaceful, a bit melancholic, they think about tomorrow
I mean simply to another day 'cos the towns only have
A day that's repeating itself ev'ry morning
Soon I'll be between 'em, I'll walk deeply immersed in that
Multitude of workin' insects