| The daydreaming, they wonder
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| They wonder here
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| As they wonder in your dreams
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| His face is like
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| A confused feeling in the souvenirs of a few forgotten men
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| His smile, a fleeting bitterness
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| His lips, the traces of a breath on the lips of a dead man
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| And everything
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| Vibrates in the profuse light
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| The watchmen
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| The dark erases it forever
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| And everything
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| Vibrates in the profuse light
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| Somewhere buried
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| The dark erases it forever
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| We used to live under the shining glow
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| Of the stars and the moon
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| But when the sun appeared
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| It burned us
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| In the cold
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| It’s better in the cold
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| And you were shaking sometimes
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| Then you turned your face to me
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| As if you knew too
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| As if your gaze never left me
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| It’s better in the cold
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| The daydreaming, they wonder
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| They wonder here
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| As they wonder in your dreams
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| The throat nailed with a cry
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| I advance in the cold
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| On the banks of the dry lake
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| Frozen blood in my veins
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| My chapped lips
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| Are an open wound
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| On the banks of the dry lake
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| Frozen blood in my veins
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| «Je parle pour hier et pour aujourd’hui. |
| Pour hier qui est une leçon de vie,
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| pour aujourd’hui qui est une leçon de mort.»
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| Where were you?
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| In the only days of our last existence
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| Where were you? |