Un Beau Jour Pour Mourir

I seem
Absent
All this doesn't bother me
Hardly
Since I don't care
Holy providence
Always one step ahead
So
In the wasteland city
I wander
With mint
With decaf, decadent
I hope
To become rich
And enjoy myself
In relaxation
Without asbestos ceiling lights
Formerly
Like a poor dervish
I was spinning around

Not closing the door
Not trying to escape
Today is, in a way
A beautiful day to die

Looking like an idiot
Yet, I'm not stupid
But I like to disappoint you
Because, it doesn't matter
If I have no escort
I operate from the throne to the fair

I take flight
Escalators
Raincoat and dark glasses
Without artificial rancor
Because I saw the beautiful black sky
Like a sad dervish
Spinning around

Not acting in a fuss
And letting me come
It's, there's nothing to do
A fine day to die
A fine day to die

I have the syndrome
Of monochrome life
At ease
In my pair of clarks
I played my part
I looked for your shoulder
From fez
To the contrescarpe
Turning around
I continued anyway
Turning around

People don't care
The Sun is shining
People suspect it
But no one says it
People suspect it
Without bias
Caught under the vaults
Because they only like what shines
They spin around
They spin around