A game of roles and heads roll
A life, soufles to be cut and I in crowd. I am looking for.
It's funny as the world goes back
And I, who is seeking a career
So, a step back, give more than just go to the front. That is clear.
The momentum of a road that juggling with a small head,
The air that balance, and me I stop in the middle, I breathe with my hands.
That con as to be still in search
The thing that is in the "tomorrow.
In any case this is only a dream, a passage from scratch
One day or another the curtain will close and everyone will resume its route.
Everyone will probably only. Everyone will see this thing light,
This is the last self-image, it is the north wind that widening.
Oh, as it is beautiful life. As this sweet life.
Why be afraid when it is an illusion we live.
While an end, everything has a terminal.
Sometimes I wonder if I raison d'être.
To prevent this "glimmer" m'envahie and take life evil.
I think those that life has lost
I think of myself at the same time, and I am afraid to call myself one of them.
I think of those who mourn, they expect the sunrise
Without they lose their eyes…
By dint of crying…
I think of those who are far away. "I am closer to you than you. "
The night invaded your day, leaving me a moment ago.
And tomorrow the sun will give you desire to live fully… I hope
On my way of loss… I see these people that I have known
What I rub, which I loved and I tell myself that it's Bizarre as the days are naked.
Nothing except what is beautiful imagine beautiful
Smiles and a few crumbs of fake laughter.
A place, people, and a glass half full
Senators, and everyone wants to be number one.
I withdrew into a vacuum. One thing that I get to do more.
Information, and this well dressed young man does not stop
This work is the business world.
Sometimes I go in my words, and get a say nothing
It's a little delirium… I think s'emblant
While everything is clear… I think.
A machine called life, without us being aware of the meaning
Y'on who want a forever, and others who feel that this is nothing
It does not last, it's time of suffering.
People from there, and the other side demanding the cessation of all
As other funds deaf.
It's a bit heavy…………………… sincerely.
Today it is the sheep who guards the milkman
While he has the flute in hand…
He thinks he… humans.
Today, as yesterday, the man decides to an end.
And choose bowing their heads before the cruel desire to climb…
While it is nothing…
Being at the top and leave behind others with their hunger
The misery and shame.
At the bottom of me, I know that what makes the misfortune of our lives today,
Is exercise other than a life.
And I accepted it. I try and take it to succeed this year.
The words are nothing, because that man is nothing more than a maker of words