If God wills it, one day I want to be an Indian To live naked, painted in green, on an eternal Sunday To be a lazy animal, a spectacularist And to bathe in salt, bathe in salt, bathe in salt, salt If God wills it, one day I'll end up flying As banal as a brothel, in the middle of smuggling To take off my vest, to let them curse me And to bathe in salt, bathe in salt, bathe in salt, bathe in salt Dance with me, like you dance in the cold Dance, dance, dance with me, there in my hideaway Dance with me, like you dance in the cold Dance, dance, dance with me, there in my hideaway If God wills it, one day I'll become a seed And when the rain wets the garden, I'll be happy And in the spring, I'll sprout on the ground And to bathe in salt, bathe in salt, bathe in salt, salt If God wills it, one day I'll die very old And when the bomb explodes, I'll want to see from the window And to enter the closet, and to bathe in salt Bathe in salt, bathe in salt, bathe in salt Dance with me, like you dance in the cold Dance, dance, dance with me, there in my hideaway Dance with me, like you dance in the cold Dance, dance, dance with me, there in my hideaway Dance with me, like you dance in the cold Dance, dance, dance with me, there in my hideaway Dance with me, like you dance in the cold Dance, dance, dance with me, there in my hideaway Dance with me, like you dance in the cold Dance, dance, dance with me, there in my hideaway Dance with me, like you dance in the cold Dance, dance, dance with me