One, two...
One, two, three...
You spend your time hiding in your drawers
Your packets of white paper, your pieces of dark ideas
Afterwards you file for three restaurant tickets
And then you leave quietly in your metro car
She hears, she hears...
When we're talking to you about the Devil, you throw a little salt
Your beautiful raincoat doesn't fit under the ladders
You have the dog moving its head at the back of the 'auto
You have twice as much appetite at news time
When she hears, she hears...
Turning the helicopters
C It's easy to lower your eyelashes
You know that even blood fades
These poor people in exile
I wouldn't want to be in their place
There are cities who wake up to rocket fire
You sip your whiskey with your ass on your carpet
And even if sometimes you have water in your eyes
At the first ad that passes, everyone laughs
She hears, she hears...
Turn the helicopters (again)
There are cities waking up to the blows of rockets
You sip your whiskey with your ass on your carpet
You angrily ask for some more ice cubes
While on the other side of the earth
Deep in Soweito
She hears, she hears
Turning the helicopters...
She hears
Turning the helicopters...
She hears
Turn the helicopters...
Turn the helicopters... (x4)
Turn the helicopters... (x4)

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