What does she have? She doesn't know, her life drags on
She's not hot, not cold, she sees more colors
she goes out alone at night, in the hours, in the hours
when the city is asleep
No one sees her cry
No one sees her cry
while she walks for hours
she wanders Paris, her eyes glued to the ground
She feels the same as the rain
that falls on her Chesters; her Chesters (not sure but think that is a brand of shoes?)
while she walks for hours
while she walks for hours
no one sees her cry
She would like she would like
a big trampoline, a slide to a blue pool
she would like she would like
some bold colors, a volcano in her heart
It's because of autumn, autumn, she doesn't care
it's no one's fault, it came to her from who knows where
when she doesn't walk, she swims for hours, and hours and hours
under the water, she gets the avantage
No one sees her cry
No one sees her cry
while she swims for hours
Backstroke, breaststroke, she looks at the tiles
the tiles are wavy when she swims
for hours
while she swims for hours
while she swijms for hours
no one sees her cry
she would like she would like
a big trampoline, a vitamin taxi (?)
she would like she would like
some bold colors, a volcano in her heart
a volcano
a volcano
she, she will fly when?
she will explode when?
she would like she would like
a big trampoline, a vitamin taxi (?)
she would like she would like
some bold colors, a volcano in her heart