I think you didn't notice
That my smile was sincere
I'm so cynic sometimes
All the time I'm trying to defend myself
Say what you will
The sickness of the century is loneliness.
Each of us immersed in our own arrogance.
Waiting for a bit of affection
Today wasn’t well at all
But the storm distracts me
I like the raindrops
The lightnings and thunders
This afternoon was a good day
I went for a walk with my father
We talked about life things
And had a moment of peace
At night is when things seem to make sense
In the silence I can’t hear my screams
And whatever they say
My father has always been waiting for me
And whatever they say
My mother has always been waiting for me
And whatever they say
My true friends will always be waiting for me
Now my son waits for me
We're living
And whatever they say, our days will be forever