I will not look my jelaousy
In the eyes anymore
And nonchalance will return
To keep my company
Make space, make space, make space
More than you can, more than it can
Everyone has the right to say
Everyone has the right not to listen
And the months have passed
And experience does not bring changes
That come nearer in the time
Now they are wounds, they are no more years
The life that passes and goes away
Living it better I will revenge myself
Excuse me if I do not accompany you
But everyone takes the road that he can
What year was it when the storm
Did not want to let us go out anymore
What day was it, which calendar
If I try to, I do not remember
And I count the days on the contrary
And as always, the same innocence
And I am always suprised
When I find every semblance
Of your traces and of your name
Even if I live now without
You are photographed by the God himself
Photographs of your absence
While a lot of peope come close to you
Without ever succeeding
I cannot give a form to a destiny
That is approaching us
And so I have lost courage
Because it is easy to make a mistake
And among all the peole I search
At least one your feature
I have in my head fresh upsurge of
You last caress
And I wait in a daze for the one who with a smile
Gives me my salvation
What year was it when...
What is behind, it is a segret
What is in front, I see it
And the sad face, above all doubts
I do not hide it
And if I do it
I am wrong, I am wrong
Only phothographs
Of your absence