Some angels in your hair
That have fun and dance
Some looks, to your eyes, some words
Empty words
Some Noah's arks in your Byzance mouth
Some undressed nights, some dreams from the origin
And the life gets a sense (x2)
Refrain:
It's a little that trap of don't love who love you
And the more virgin the land is, the more pressed I feel
All that you desire in defiance of danger
I'm taken from the trap of don't love who love you
One day became old
The sky that get a distance
A God with your image
Beating feet with impatience
A simple thought embellished with your presence
A road is broke till the liberation
And the life gets a sense (x2)