Les 7 i quart [English translation]

Quarter past seven and I fell asleep on my plate.

Coffee pots and bits of bread are flying around.

Your star in my urban track

runs, it runs with never any resting time.

Anticyclones from all directions,

without changes in sight nor seasons.

I am a drawer crammed with thunders.

A telescope searches for the horizon...

and it's not there, why, it's not there!

Stars, rocks, then corals,

and a passing tree is staring,

how it's staring!

The aerials held in all the hands

take away all the oxygen,

there is no oxygen. (2x)

The nicest flower of thorns I've found

has fourteen pages and they're all blank.

I can hear forks making omelets for dinner,

a fresh beer, a night with scent of sea,

there's scent of sea...

Stars, rocks, then corals,

and a passing tree is staring,

how it's staring!

The aerials held in all the hands

take away all the oxygen,

there is no oxygen. (2x)

The gasoline on the blue star

falls from the sky, falls from the sky.

A radar is soaring over the sea,

there's no wind, there's no wind.

Three thousand points and clouds like cardboard,

I belong to time, I belong to time.

Stars, rocks, then corals,

and a passing tree is staring,

how it's staring!

The aerials held in all the hands

take away all the oxygen,

there is no oxygen. (2x)

• Artist:Blaumut
• Album:El turista