You didn't understand anything
When you say it's a melody
Your madness is not over
Madness, over
Yeaah
It's not Vivaldi
Nor Verdi's requiem
Your madness is not over
Madness, over
Words to meet
To change your life
Last hope of spring,
Winter, summer, the month of August we don't care
Take off your boxing gloves
Steve Wonder on the jukebox
Your madness is not over
Madness, over
Yeaah
You're not funny
When you say I'm not in the wind
Your madness is not over
Madness, over
Words to meet
To change your life
Last hope of spring,
Winter, summer, the month of August we don't care
Too late, there's no more morning
I would give anything to change you, love
Come on, your cries, your tears, your fears
I do not care
You didn't understand anything, no, you didn't understand anything
So much madness, it's not over
Madness, over
Yeaah
Take off your boxing gloves
Stevie Wonder on the jukebox
Your madness is not over
Madness, over
Yeaah
You didn't understand anything, no, you didn't understand anything
Madness, it's not over
Madness, over
Yeaah
You didn't understand anything, no, you didn't understand anything
Your madness is not over
Madness, over, madness, over, madness, over
The stroke of madness Thierry Pastor