Peut-Être [English translation]

Maybe we will cross, we will join again, and we will walk away. Maybe there isn't a place in our spaces and we will regret it.

Maybe if we love again in life, in death we will flee this disorder

And all these interrogations are like a bitterness that burns us. The hope like a fragile flame won't save us.

Maybe there will only be you no other me in our regards. Maybe we lose our chances that our indifferences give us losers.

Maybe it should also be clear to erase our misfortunes united for the best.

And all these interrogations are like a bitterness that burns us. The hope like a fragile flame won't save us.

And all these interrogations are like a bitterness that burns us. The hope like a fragile flame won't save us.