Comic [English translation]

Does not hurt what you say

Are only letters

Methods peel balloons

Does not hurt that look

Are only eyes

Between ears that are smoking

Hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-mh-hm

We are a comic, man is weird

Colorful characters fly through the air in the country house. Milk and honey

What a comic, is not that funny

Balancing on a fine line, between ouch and ironic

A bucket of broken pieces under my chest (ba-da)

I'm smiling because I think I have to (ba-da-ba)

A thousand stars fly around my head (ba-dap)

And so it goes on, just leaves, just leaves

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na-na

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na-na

Does not hurt what you think

Are only pictures

Only without these nice filters

Does not hurt what you do

Cast a piano on me

And even then I sing a song for you

We are a comic, man is weird

Colorful characters fly through the air in the country house. Milk and honey

What a comic, is not that funny

Balancing on a fine line, between ouch and ironic

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na-na

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na-na

You spit around with fire

As if you had nothing to lose

And every sentence out of your mouth

Sounds like broken dishes

Say, are you just for profit?

Then I want to surrender

Here please, just go and take

My heart as a war souvenir

We are a comic, man is weird

Colorful characters fly through the air in the country house. Milk and honey

What a comic, is not that funny

Balancing on a fine line, between ouch and ironic

Hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-mh-hm

Hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-mh-hm (ai-ai-ai)

Hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-mh-hm

Ey-ey, ey-ey, ey-eyy

Eyy, eyy

Ey-ey, ey-ey, ey-eyy

eyy

• Artist:Namika
• Album:Que Walou