You want to understand that I'm looking for something
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But it is that something that does not seek me
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You want to understand that I speak for myself
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Because the listener is not here now
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You want to understand that the world hate it
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And the TV makes me wonder if
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If these people really believe it
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To the bullshit that he knows how to sell
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I want to understand that I am looking for wine
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But I don't expect you to drink with me
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I am careless and I like being sick
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Because I close and fly inside me
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I don't know what I have
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I grow inside, I don't know
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We are alone in this valley of nothing
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And your judgment is no longer important here
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People talk about the things of always
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And then he deludes himself that he already feels great
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I feel like the dead laughter from the police
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Like those guys who are thrown away
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Down at the end of a street
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I feel like summer evenings, melancholy
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I don't know what I have
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You want to understand that I'm fed up
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To dedicate my life to whom?
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To these people who live in a wall
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And he rests when it's Monday
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You want to understand that I write at night
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When the moon keeps me company
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It makes me feel a little less responses
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But it makes me believe in this magic
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I don't know what I have
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I grow inside, I don't know
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We are alone in this valley of nothing
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And your judgment is no longer important here
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People talk about the things of always
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And then he deludes himself that he already feels great
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I feel like the dead laughter from the police
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Like those guys who are thrown away
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Down at the end of a street
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I feel like summer evenings, melancholy
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I don't know what I have
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I lose a comparison, but I want to live long
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I am the sand that lasts in the July suitcase
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I want to stay forever, not make fashion from nothing
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I want to win again, laugh all the time
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I want to make mistakes and fall, do things myself
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I don't want to have advice, you look at me tell me it's there
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You who feel sure of how you want to live
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I hate myself and in the mirror I shout at him: "Get out of me"
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We are alone in this valley of nothing
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And your judgment is no longer important here
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People talk about the things of always
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And then he deludes himself that he already feels great
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I feel like the dead laughter from the police
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Like those guys who are thrown away
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Down at the end of a street
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I feel like summer evenings, melancholy
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I don't know what I have
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I don't know what I have
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I grow inside, I don't know |