For a long time I am not really in this room
In fact I am behind with the analysis of consciousness
I gained insight with my debts
I lost the habit of always asking "please"
But I am tired and devastated by the life, always waiting for something
The life made of whole nights and delayed trains
Meanwhile, on the highway the danger of sex is low
So now I am silent and think about that
Open window
Flower in the desert
And being suprised again to dance a slow dance
Inside something screams and sings
It is still hot in the pants
Behind your scar
What is there?
A bad or happy story?
Well...10 push-ups now
10 push-ups!
It has taken time but finaly I have realized
That those who are insisting and raising the voice are always wrong
Those who choose the way of arrogance pay the toll
And so...10 push-ups, 10 push-ups!
I need to change, remaining always the same
And often I am afraid of being afraid
However, when you love someone, really meaning it
Everything else matters little, everything else is nothing!
Behind your scar...
Down, down...10 push-ups, 10 push-ups
Down, down...10 push-ups, 10 push-ups
For those who are never able to grit their teeth
Let go the tiredness of the days
Streets, eyes, grit your teeth well
To still the fear that you have in the heart
Do not criticize the others, try to do your best
The wind from your hands passes into me
Storm of my sea between the reason and emotion
Between spirit and heart there is a huge difference
If you loose the first one, you will find it again..not the other!
Behind your scar...