There is something that is born from there
where everything ends, and this way,
where there's nothing left to be done,
there's something that...
There's something, something of you
between words and chaos,
and the disjointed and lost thoughts
scattered all over the place.
Maybe the world will manage
to remake its own makeup and clothes,
like a butterfly flying around me,
and in the end, it's a bit
As if you were always here,
on time, in every beautiful thing happening to me
to remember me that
every day is a better day.
We've been travelling for ages
here where nothing neither created
nor destroyed,
between deceptive realities
and endless metamorphoses.
And even the most intense embrace,
when you believe it's the last one,
it is something more, more, more.
While the world falls down,
it asks the devil for paradise.
I always stay further outside time
where you'll be hiding, who knows,
somewhere, in some corner of my soul.
Today, a year is ending
but it's a day like any others,
any day.
Yes, a year is ending
but it's a day like any others,
any day
because every day is a better day.
Every day is a better day.