American Dream
David Koven Lyrics

K.T. est née à Cicero Down town Chicago Au cœur du quartier de Capone Mère High Society de Boston Père italo-américain Ça crée des liens
K.T. was born in Cicero, downtown Chicago, in the heart of Capone's neighborhood. Her mother was from the High Society of Boston, and her father was Italian-American. This created strong connections.

K.T. un matin est partie Freedom, road Eighty Flower power, fringues polychromes Fumée, acides, chasse aux fantômes J'ai r'çu une lettre complèt'ment folle Sur un bristol
One morning, K.T. left for freedom, took road 80, wore colorful flower-power clothes, smoked and took acid while hunting ghosts. I received a completely crazy letter from her on a post-it.

Et depuis tout au fond d'ma tête J'l'entends chanter De sa p'tite voix sucrée Cet air tout bête - qui dit: "Swimm brother swimm American dream Is like a sun-beam On my ice-cream" {}
Since then, I can hear her singing in my head with her sweet voice, the silly tune that goes, "Swim brother swim, American dream is like a sun-beam on my ice-cream."

K.T. a commencé son trip Berkeley, campus Hip Tabla, tantrisme à Monterrey Sitar à San Francisco Bay Peace and love, do it, si ça te dit Et let it be {}
K.T. started her journey in Berkeley, the hip campus, where she learned to play Tabla and practiced tantrism in Monterrey, followed by playing Sitar in San Francisco Bay. She embraced the peace and love movement, saying, "Do it if you want, and let it be."

K.T. avait son fil d'Ariane Joan Baez, Bob Dylan Et elle croyait au chiffre treize Elle écoutait toutes les fadaises Que racontaient les faux gourous Haré Vichnou {}
K.T. had her guiding thread through music by Joan Baez and Bob Dylan, and believed in the number thirteen. She listened to all the nonsense that the false gurus said, including "Haré Vichnou."

K.T. a cassé ses verrous Too much, trop de tout Dans son esprit ça décroche Y a ses pensées qui s'effilochent Ça fait tout drôle quand on y pense Fini, no chance {}
K.T. broke her shackles because she had too much of everything. Her mind became unhinged, and her thoughts slowly unravelled. It's strange when thinking about it now, she's done, no chance.

K.T. est née à Cicero Down town, Chicago Au cœur du quartier de Capone Des chances elle en avait des tonnes Mais quand dans ta peau t'es pas bien Ça sert à rien {}
K.T. was born in Cicero, downtown Chicago, in the heart of Capone's neighborhood. She had loads of opportunities. But it doesn't matter how many chances you have, if you're not comfortable in your own skin.