Queste lagrime e sospiri
Che tu miri
Braman solo o mio gran re
Braman pur poca mercè.

Ces larmes et ces soupirs
Que tu vois
Demandent seulement,
Ô Majesté Demandent seulement un peu de pitié.

Au jour de fête de ma tête
Le soleil éblouit mes rêves
Je vois la rose et le muguet
Danser au feu de ma gaieté

Brûlent les jours dans un sourire

Couleurs odeurs tout avive
La flamme tendre de ma vie
Le parfum voluptueux des jours
Etourdit le cœur de mes sens

Brûlent les jours dans un sourire

Pourquoi pleurer quand la vie va
Le noir destin dort sur la rive
Et passe la barque de mon trépasPremier arrêt vers la dérive

Brûlent les jours dans un sourire

Et je rame vers l’au-delà Une rame ici et une rame là

Avec la crainte de la fiancée

Désordonnée mais décidée

Une flamme lèche ma joie

Où irai-je si ce n’est là

Où reposent tous les sans foi

Dans le lit du Nirvana

FEAST DAY

The day of my head’s feast day
My dreams are dazzled by the sun
I see the rose and the lily of the valley
Dancing to the fire of my joy
The days are burning in a smile

Colours and smells brighten
The tender flame of my life
The voluptuous perfume of my days
Makes dizzy the heart of my senses

Why cry when life is ok
The dark destiny sleeps on the bank
And the barque of my demise passes by

And I row towards the hereafter
An oar here and a oar there
With the dread of the betrothed
Disoriented but determined

A flame licks at my joy
Where will I go if not there
Where all the faithless lie in repose
In the bed of Nirvana

Pitched Onomatopoeia

Onomatopeia

Back deep in the lonelyness
To feel blue under the ground
To the climax of the sadness
I stay on my own

I've never had a half of success
Theyuse to be messing around
The only thing that I can request
please come around

Always unwelcomed guest
I can't stand to be alone
To your eyes I'm the best
To the others I'm wrong

I'm really nothing but to you
I'm really nothing
I'm really nothing but to you
I'm really nothing to you

Back deep in the lonelyness
Depressed all the year 'round
Yeah in my head it's a mess
It's like a wound
I'm definitly really obsessed
By your tone and by your tongue
To the pain to the distress
Please come around

Now it's on , it's definitely on
I am under the face of the ground
But it makes me satisfy
I'm her from back to foreground

I'm gonna tell you sweet little lies
tell you bout your beautiful eyes
iwanna be fake
tell you little lies
tell you bout your beautiful eyes

Well I'm gonna sing you a song about birds
Stuff you probably already heard
tell you bout the blue sky
a whole bunch of lies
tell you bout the blue sky in your eyes

Well if I should tell you no lies
Like your make up is a disguise
Then I wouldn't be fake, no
I would'nt tell you no lies
I may see a tear drop from your eyes

I'm gonna tell you sweet little lies
I'm gonna tell you sweet little lies
I'm gonna tell you sweet little lies
I'm gonna tell you sweet little lies

Loose hips rude lips loud lit ball lifeBasket rim like lately we own itBruce kicks we hit mandem stick wrist high upLike this oh lately we zoning
We feelin
focus like we not brokenNo hocus pocus just realist own it
Salivating no procrastinatingWanting money paper to get the callous case
inAll in vein no recalibrating
shots to brainGet those saints elevating we making ways holy paper planes
Focus focus focus
We feelin focus like we not brokenNo hocus pocus just realist own it
We feelin focus
We feelin focus like we not brokenNo hocus pocus just realist own it
We feelin focus like we not brokenNo hocus pocus