Il n’y a plus de fauves dans les grandes villes - Control

lyrics My body is like being hit by waves Along the old canal Why does this face say nothing? Why from the mirror everything went out? To crochet souls With pale reflections The silence of the big dams Opaque light nights Should we keep these bouquets of pulpits? Should I keep these obscene passions? I would like to see you sometimes Call me when you can