Refugees on the couch, looking for each other
Shaken by our forms, looking for each other
Something happened, a strange sensation, a premonition
I had to stop making love at that moment
I went to get a coat, it was cold
I lit a cigarette, I was afraid
And there I saw it, a missile in my closet, in my closet
A model to assemble, but never to disassemble
I looked at you sadly, sadly
There's no more time to lose, you smiled
It was there, a missile in my closet, in my closet
A model to assemble, but never to disassemble
Here too, you thought that you were far away