How are you? I have always
listened to blues, I'll need
to make war my way
as if we were in Irak.
How are you? It's me.
Let's male peace at my place.
If talking is complicated,
then to be quiet is a heresy.
Don't look at me so badly if I lie.
Don't leave me in a place I won't come back to.
From the Indian Ocean to the Atlantic,
I'll come look for you in the good and the bad times.
I try to and I don't understand
because behind that Winston
you feel afraid as
when on at a border with no visa.
And if sometimes I've lent more weight
to a sentence that has vanquished me,
it's because we are not humans
without tears on our faces.
Without tears on our faces.
How are you? I have always
forgotten you outside of me.
It sounds a bit like a goodbye
but I want to tell it to you in playback.
Imitating you won't give me any more styles.
What am I now that I don't live for you?
I try to and I don't understand
because behind that Winston
you feel afraid as
when on at a border with no visa.
And if sometimes I've lent more weight
to a sentence that has vanquished me,
it's because we are not humans
without tears on our faces.
Without tears on our faces.
What is to leave?
(Without you...?)
We won't drive.
(Slowly because...)
Rome is far away.
(It's three o'clock...)
Like nirvana, like nirvana.
I hate smoking.
(Without you...)
Perhaps I won't quit.
(I think about myself...)
From the shutters!
(Of the balcony...)
I scream on the cellphone like you!
I try to and I don't understand
because behind that Winston
you feel afraid as
when on at a border with no visa.
And if sometimes I've lent more weight
to a sentence that has vanquished me,
it's because we are not humans
without tears on our faces.
Without tears on our faces.
Without tears.
Without tears on our faces.
Without tears.