About the flunked world in which we live...

 I want just a space flat to flee the world

this world which isn't mine.

 Just a paper and a pen to change the word

this world which isn't mine

 I only want a bed to leave this world which is mine in spite of everything

Only an atomic bomb to hunt the world

this world out of my mind

 Only a bow and within my sight the rotten world, this rotten world, to kill it, to kill yours.

I want at last an other world for my children, not this mad world you have to give us, no,

I refuse this preposterous, this horrorful world you made for your children.

I repudiate this reality and more I deny it.

Here & there, Peacefuly & Quietely

to the end of all times.