Ice prevents your heart
To inspire happiness.
You deviates puffed up by error
In the blind alley of the fear.
Love, you miss by default
But if one gives you too much of it,
As always you turn the back
Without same slipping a word…
The weaknesses which you believe to hide us
Connect you in secrecy.
And leave you skinned moments,
And of the evils badly neat…
Yes, to agree that life is a gift!
And you say who need it
To avoid all that sounds false,
To find the rest.
The promises which you never hold
Hundred of times without regret
And leaves us like a little bit captive
And of the evils badly neat
The promises which you never hold
Hundred of times without regret…
And leaves us like a little bit captive,
And of the evils badly neat…
Like the leaves which fall with tempo,
It is autumn under my skin.
I write off the will again
To send my echoes to you.
In which serve these stories that someone believes in
If nothing is changed?
It remains us of these shared moments,
That badly neat evils…
That badly neat evils…