| 歌曲 | Innate |
| 歌手 | Nonsense |
| 专辑 | Away from Black Days |
| 作词 : Olivier Sicaud/Sebastien Biola | |
| 作曲 : Nonsense | |
| Walls of the room are inflating. Colors are getting out and fly all around me. | |
| Nauseated, i’ve got flushes and a burning brain. My entire body slips into another world. // | |
| But i’m not alone. I can see all the smiles locked on every face. | |
| Like witnesses of a worldwide conspiracy, victims of a spell that triggers hysteria. // | |
| What are we all waiting for? Wasted time. // | |
| [Were we just too busy before? So we could not take a look back.] | |
| Can we slow down and open out? // | |
| I feel the scent of serenity exuding from the ditherers. I finally hear the perfect eloquence of the stammerers. | |
| I see the innate tolerance in the heart of the fearfuls. And understand that no one ’s just a fool. // | |
| And time losts of its accuracy. Future is not a human notion anymore. Sorrow finds some remedies. | |
| Past is accepted and present is absolute. // | |
| Walls of the room are inflating. Colors are getting out and fly all around me. | |
| Nauseated, i’ve got flushes and a burning brain. My entire body slips into another world. // | |
| Can we slow down and open out? Can we slow down ? |
| zuò cí : Olivier Sicaud Sebastien Biola | |
| zuò qǔ : Nonsense | |
| Walls of the room are inflating. Colors are getting out and fly all around me. | |
| Nauseated, i' ve got flushes and a burning brain. My entire body slips into another world. | |
| But i' m not alone. I can see all the smiles locked on every face. | |
| Like witnesses of a worldwide conspiracy, victims of a spell that triggers hysteria. | |
| What are we all waiting for? Wasted time. | |
| Were we just too busy before? So we could not take a look back. | |
| Can we slow down and open out? | |
| I feel the scent of serenity exuding from the ditherers. I finally hear the perfect eloquence of the stammerers. | |
| I see the innate tolerance in the heart of the fearfuls. And understand that no one ' s just a fool. | |
| And time losts of its accuracy. Future is not a human notion anymore. Sorrow finds some remedies. | |
| Past is accepted and present is absolute. | |
| Walls of the room are inflating. Colors are getting out and fly all around me. | |
| Nauseated, i' ve got flushes and a burning brain. My entire body slips into another world. | |
| Can we slow down and open out? Can we slow down ? |