Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
With his gaze on the monitor
I was looking for freedom
I'm falling on my planet capped like in a niche
It's the astronaut's ballad
In the spiraling galaxy
I had space, space everywhere
And not a breath of air to breathe
Slave to the bases, slave to the suits
Slave of the buttons, slave of the computers
Slave of form, slave of volume
Slave of the radio, of my fears
Before I dive into the ocean
I think about the times you disappointed me, freedom
Freedom to vote without freedom of choice
All these pro-lifers lock me in the body
In which I am imprisoned alive
Servant of hunger, subject of sleep
Every minute I breathe
Each choice excludes other choices
I often remain inert, I look like my own effigy
I always think, 'Who knows in which of my existences
Would I have been happier?'
I fall from the cosmos to the soak, from Apollo to the atoll
I drill a blue hole, Belize
My route in the vault is the bisector
Impact on the surface then
Look how holy this freedom is
Look at the blood, look at it
To those who want to impose their freedom
I turn my back, Handala
I am grateful to you, dear freedom
Thank you, Alcatraz
Imagination is my freedom
Freedom, I collect prisons
Like Søren Kierkegaard, I feel dizzy
Freedom, I collect prisons
Like Søren Kierkegaard, I feel dizzy
Freedom, I collect prisons
Freedom, I collect prisons