Nostalgic du cool [English translation]

I was docile as a storm

neither virtual nor foolish

I am well aware it's no longer my age

as you see I have a fragile instinct

to think of all this

I have a tear flowing

It's the moment that wills it

Nostalgic of the cool

Traumatized robot

I've gone haywire, too inflamed

I wake up from cold water

I hate this social comfort

We grow way too quickly

On this plastic planet

where the life seems convenient

Chorus x2

Today I knew my luck

I again must find your childhood

I'm drunk on lemonade

around this crowd

I pity all the sick

Nostalgic of the cool

Chorus x2

I run there at once

• Artist:M (France)