Lyric

I have a clock

That doesn't know the time

It tells me "tomorrow"

But it's always "again"

Broken shoes

Speak of style

There's nothing

To understand

I'm proud of it

Yes

I'm proud of it

Of my life

A little disillusioned

There are those who run

I slow down

And I enjoy

Every moment

I have a lazy cat

That lectures me

He looks at me and yawns

Among a thousand reasons

My car sings

But it doesn't move

I walk

And it's quicker

And to those who say to me

"you're off track"

I reply

"I'll take a walk"

I'm proud of it

Yes

I'm proud of it

Of what I have

Even if it's enchantment

Or a disaster

It doesn't matter

My door

Is Always open

I don't have everything

But I have more

I have nothing

But it's not you

Telling me what's missing

What's needed

I live and laugh

Between curves

And reserves