The dawn rises
And the life this cortege marches
Falls the snow
The dancer wakes up stretches
Me I go by foot
From my bed to my table there is no bus
Tell that I will stay
All the day
Seated
Midday already
And the life this merry-go-roud spins
Sounds of forks
All the leftovers that we throw
That’s for me
Then comes the evening
The lovers in the closet
That inspires me
Tell that I will stay
All the night
Seated
It is sad
To be screwed-down on a chair at my age
Like an old english woman
A mummy, an hostage
Yes I am the hostage of my head
All I see through the window
Moves inside
It is not my party if I am all the time
Seated
You pinned up butterflies
A nice summer night on my page !
You torn apart lovers
Laid down on the paper well behaved !
It is my turn to look
I have a voice for singing
I have feet for running
I will not stay all my life
Seated