: On cherche toujours Son lot de douceurs Son filon d'amour Sa dose de bonheur Dans les tiroirs sans fond De nos coeurs avides On trouve des bonbons
: Do you remember when We used to trace our names And our hearts in the sand We called it games Yes I remember then We never called love This feeling
: L'homme avait un reve Qu'il voulait partager ; Des yeux a eclairer ; L'homme avait un reve, un desir ; Pour des enfants heureux Inventer le sourire
: "Quelqu'un, quelque part m'est destine et un jour le destin nous reunira..." (Le reste est en chinois)
: J'ai su garder sur mes levres Tes secrets Et nos jours de fievres T'ecouter en silence Enveloppee Dans nos confidences Repose ton ame Depose les
: S'il nous reste quelques soleils a bruler Et quelques pluies a clouer S'il nous reste quelques mers a boire Et quelques iles a deserter S'il nous
bleeding through the cables living through the cables breathing through the cables emergence through the cables A-life is not a life A-life is not a
Your stolen innocence lost beyond recovery A cold ambivalence desecrates that memory A warped reality an expectation spurned Lost in banality And paradise
Like a spider spinning webs in your fetid hole You measure discontent with envy Darkness eats your soul You hatch your sordid little plots Every convert
I can see you now You're looking far away I wonder if you're dreaming of A happy future day Your body poised and still Your face composed serene The
Loveless, soul-less robots made out of skin Manicure, accessorize, cover up the sewage within Twisted, tainted, always at odds Silicone idols to disposable
Pacing in a gilded cage Youthful lust turns to rage You turn your fear into a need Scratch your sores until they bleed Take solace in a stranger's bed
Kneel on sacred reeds and kiss the rising sun A wild intemperate wind will rush Among the works that you've begun Set the skies aflame and dance within
Somewhere an infant cries / her parents do not stir resting under leaden skies / I wonder who they were The stolid minions come / They do as they were
Another storm is rolling through An olive branch just hit the ground I'm not sure I know what to do The Earth just screamed without a sound An iron god
The house is growing quiet, the vigil will begin A nightly visitation will surely come again And you must keep your silence, the walls are paper-thin
Do you remember when We used to trace our names And our hearts in the sand We called it games Yes I remember then We never called love This feeling
Il ne sait pas, que je le voit Tous les soirs je m'infiltre dans sa vie je le regarde et ca m' fait mal de savoir que bientot elle sera la ouououououououuo