16/05/74 [English translation]

The night is going away

And we are still here,

A bit destroyed but

Vagrant and free,

With the soul which is

In the balance with the world.

The car which is driving,

And we are irrepressible

Above the city,

Rebels and gypsies

Searching for the truth

Which would give us

All the energy

Not to stop and accelerate.

This is the world which moves,

But doesn't know well, where.

It is made like me and my generation

And has its own words to tell to the heart

Messages which are codified and written on the walls of the city.

And it meets us then

In the street and in bars

To stay among us,

To feel us free

From this reality

Which can't understand any more,

Even the half

Of all what you have in the heart.

This is the world which moves

To every direction

It's made like me and my generation

And always has a song to set free from a pain,

Codified messages which are dedicated to a night city.

The same eyes, the same heart

Of a generation which is made like me,

The same rain, the same sun,

You know that another there is not, there is not.

It's a wave of tides which breaks dams

And searches for an answer inside of itself,

It's enough this idea to get to know yourself again from a gesture and a look which already

Speaks only about us.

The same anger,

The same love

Of a generation

which is made like me,

The same dreams,

The same pain

Because you know

There is not another like this,

There is not.

The same eyes,

The same heart

Of a generation

Which is made like me.

The same rain,

The same sun,

You know,

There is not another like this,

No, there is not.