| Melodrame |
|---|
| If I let awareness coming unsound |
| Put an end to the sadness that gathers around |
| I’ll glide away from blindness and temptations of glory |
| Where all camouflage is useless to comfort me |
| Smiling in heaven |
| Smiling at last |
| If I let happiness speaking in sounds |
| Burn out the darkness that glitters down profusely |
| To overcome my shyness and sensations of impurity |
| Where synthetic pleasures are worseless to heal me |
| Smiling in heaven |
| Smiling at last |
