We were born where boredom's been sanctified. And hope 
wears the same dust than all roads outgoing. I'm sick of 
waiting, sick of living in this apathy. Tonight's the 
night, the mounts will give up. No need for muscles when 
you have a beating heart. This is the story of not 
already broken dreams. War's not over, i've just found 
the flag. And I don't stand for the resigned one. Maybe 
it could leave me happy, maybe it could leave me broken, 
one thing is sure : it won't leave ignorant. And if I 
have one fear, it's to lay on regrets. With no way to 
sleep before the sunset. Haunted by souvenirs of days 
spent hoping that life ain't useless for a kid still 
dreaming. Life won't build me no jail.