From Yesterday He's a stranger to some And a vision to none He can never get enough, Get enough of the one For a fortune he'd quit But it's hard to admit How it ends and begins On his face is a map of the world (A map of the world) On his face is a map...
Lire la suiteA Beautiful Lie Lie awake in bed at night And think about your life Do you want to be different? Try to let go of the truth The battles of your youth ’Cause this is just a game It's a beautiful lie It's a perfect denial Such a beautiful lie to believe...
Lire la suiteThis is War A warning to the people The good and the evil This is war To the soldier, the civillian The martyr, the victim This is war It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie The moment to live and the moment to die The moment to fight, the moment...
Lire la suiteA Celle qui est Voilée Tu me parles du fond d'un rêve Comme une âme parle aux vivants. Comme l'écume de la grève, Ta robe flotte dans les vents. Je suis l'algue des flots sans nombre, Le captif du destin vainqueur ; Je suis celui que toute l'ombre Couvre...
Lire la suiteMelancholia (Extrait) Où vont tous ces enfants dont pas un seul ne rit ? Ces doux êtres pensifs que la fièvre maigrit ? Ces filles de huit ans qu'on voit cheminer seules ? Ils s'en vont travailler quinze heures sous des meules Ils vont, de l'aube au soir,...
Lire la suiteMemorize The City Oh, darkness filled the sky as pools of water filled your eyes They sparkled like phosphorescence in the bay Although our lips barely touched I have never felt so much And i’d really like to feel that way again Oh , oh , when ? I walk...
Lire la suiteFire in the Ocean I hold hands with the fire in the ocean Whose bones are cold, never frozen The day is ending, i'm feeling edgy The dark is running, soon will be coming Oh the ocean smells like my mother Who should love me oh like the ocean does We are...
Lire la suiteSteven Smith As i was saying I know that i've been one of the few who walked away from you Steven smith , we all lose One look at you And they’re suddenly covered in shrapnel too It’s true, most die in your bedroom All the time i’m getting shot Oh, barrels...
Lire la suiteLe déserteur Monsieur le Président Je vous fais une lettre Que vous lirez peut-être Si vous avez le temps Je viens de recevoir Mes papiers militaires Pour partir à la guerre Avant mercredi soir Monsieur le Président Je ne veux pas la faire Je ne suis...
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