This song was written as a reaction to the current flow of bad news and to remind that we all become subject to stress, simply by listening to them.

Translation of the lyrics :

It runs, it dashes, it rises nimbly/ It is there in the background, deep deep below / It wrings your hands, it is feverish/ it haunts you like a girl/ It knocks, -knock knock- it is a craze, or is it a twitch ? Please tell me, Doc !/ It is infectious like lice/ it is facetious, no need to be jealous.

It is light, it is actual / It is transient but reccurent / like a veil, like a cloth/ on your shoulders like a shawl/ you read the news, it is coming back/ on the radio, on your way.

The planet is on fire, and so is Islam/ animals are eaten, Boko Haram/ Abducted girls are dying/ chemists are on strike/ oilmen, politicians/ the young, the old, not very kosher / no wonder the early morning stress is back.

The early morning stress / It is never good, it's not clever / It runs, it dashes, it rises, nimbly / It is there in the background, deep deep below/ it wrings your hands, it is feverish/ It haunts you like a girl.