Sometime i want to get off, sometime i want to return time runs so fast, faded into the past

memories keep going, towards the unknown sometime i want to get out i want to return

turn the blind eye to the reality of life

sometime i want to get off, sometime i want to return i try to learning to ride the wind

but i can't take the speed he catches up me



I have to get off of this train my destiny is not this way,

i have to get off of this train to bring the light into my heart *2



i regret i must say wish i had chosen an other way i'm confuse to be in vain

wish i had take an other train it's so fucked up in my brain look at me full of pain crying under the rain

and i'm the only to blame to this shame

so lame so silly now you see me truly just feeling sorry

no one gonna save me i can see it oh about the weather that i wait

i pretend to be brave but now i'm hidding in a cave like burried in a grave i thought i was creep but i'm living like a saver



I have to get off of this train my destiny is not this way,

i have to get off of this train to bring the light into my heart *2



i just need to i just need to i just need to get out of this train i just need to i just need to i just need to get out of

i just need to i just need to get out of this train

i just need to i just need to get out of this train right now

An other summer breath
crise his melancholy deep inside.
But he doesn't understand between his pain and his distress
So he always sit in the same place hoping something gonna change But he always listen a voice wich plays a strange melody

If you cross my way, let me make your day If i cross yours, anyone can makes mine *4
A new winter breeze increased his pain deep inside
He want to get closer to the light but the fears is holding him back His refuge is the solitude who takes him away from his soul
But this strange melody gives him a way to become free

If you cross my way, let me make your day If i cross yours anyone can makes mine *4

He tries to believe cos he knows it, cos he knows it, cos he knows it *4

Elle disait tant de chosesDu chant de la vie en roseErreur je supposeC’était oh baby oh baby oh
Elle parlait poésieLa rose c’est la vieLe ciel entr’elle et lui maisC’était oh baby oh baby oh
Je buvais dans son verreSi grand si vert si troublantSes nus célibatairesSi grands sévères se mouvantDedans
Je l’avais mal compriseLa chanson de la promiseC’était à ma surprisePlutôt baby oh baby oh