Some love letters make the company for us.
Words which remain with us
And we don't go away
But hide from the pain
Which slipps off but we will feel it later.
We have too much fantasy and we tell a lie,
It is only for lake of the truth
Which sooner or later will happen.
The wind changes but not we.
And even if we transform a bit,
It is only for wish to like to someone who is already
Or can appear to be with us.
We are like this.
It is difficult to explain.
Some bitter days, let it.
You will be able to find us here.
With our sleepless nights
But we will never be tired even when
We will tell you the next “yes”.
Endless days fly away in a hurry
And the truth becomes so familiar.
Our child's frases leave a trace
Which return but who will hear them?...
The compliments of playboys are falling on us
Out of the cars
But we don't hear them any more
If there is someone who does not make them.
The wind changes but not we,
And even if we get confused a bit,
It is for a wish to understand someone
Who does not manage to talk to us.
We are like this, gently-complicated,
More emotional, fine
But you will be able to find us here
With the storm evenings.
Bring us roses,
Something new,
And we will tell you the next “yes”.
It is difficult to explain
Some bitter days, let it.
You will be able to find us here,
With our sleepless nights,
But we will never be tired even when we
Will tell you again the next “yes”.