A true delusion is better
than a pretended happiness
but when the frustration grows
the pressure rises
it is that when the rain pounds harsh
on (against) my window
it is that when at the end of the night
I ask myself what's left
but then, you arrive
you sit where you want, and throw away
my melancholy of living
and everything looks possible again
Caught in the advancing dark
you come to lighten my day
dragged under the wave
I chased the new world
your stretched out hand appears to me
and I resurface
please don't stop yourself now
My father witnessed the first man
to walk on the moon
and now that it's already the future
no one cares anymore
it happens that I wake up at dawn
when the air is fresh
thinking of my illusions
of a summer now lost
but then, you arrive
you sit where you want, and throw away
my melancholy of living
and everything looks possible again
Caught in the advancing dark
you come to lighten my day
dragged under the wave
I chased the new world
your stretched out hand appeared to me
and I resurface
please don't stop yourself now
Nearly a thousand miles
further, I am
my beautiful dream
until I will return
nearly a thousand miles
further, I am
my beautiful dream
until I will return
Caught in the advancing dark
you come to lighten my day
dragged under the wave
I chased the new world
your stretched out hand appeared to me
and I resurface
please don't stop yourself now
Caught in the advancing dark
dragged under the wave
your stretched out hand appeared to me
and I resurface