The Bridge

Pris par la vitesse de la vie, j’oublie, 
Tes yeux qui me souriaient ici.
Non, les plus jolies choses, 
Je ne les racontent plus en prose.

Ton visage caresse les couleurs perdues, 
De ses temps anciens, qui ne lisent plus.
Non, je ne parviendrai pas,
À garder tout mon sang froid 


LAP

Too many thoughts.


Liberty Street

You lost yourself in the forest, 
No one is here. 
You feel something on your neck, 
But you're too scared to move.
Everywhere is dark, 
And the plants are still. 
Filled with flesh and water, 
I will retain your joy. 


We are all sitting here,
In the middle of our friends. 
The white against the blue, 
The tears between the bread.

I found my brain on the line, 
And my guitar all quiet. 
Pleading for the argument, 
To step down on my bed. 
The light is coughing on, 
One of the darkest night. 
For the last lie of my life, 
To fall under the sea. 

We are all sitting here, 
In the middle of our friends. 
The white against the blue, 
The tears between the bread. 


The Lines 

You look so pathetic with this pen in your hand, 
And your liminal phase is just about to end. 
Trying to make gold out of the black and the white, 
Smoke rings surround the moon light. 

Opening the hedge of my mouth in so many places, 
To care and to forget about all those faces. 
The chairs are empty now and you ask if I mind, 
Well, of course, I don't mind. 

And I'm stuck between the lines. 

I wish I could see the white light now that I'm ready, 
To bounce from what today is a memory. 
No need to fix the wall's cracks out of my soul, 
My God, my mind, my soul. 

And then you will tell your mom that it's all you got, 
She will caress your skin, put you on the spot. 
“You need to care for yourself before asking for more, 
But please don't ask for more”. 

And I'm stuck between the lines. 


Soul For Sale 

I'm the only sailor on the side of the road. 
I've just sold my mother, and I wanna sell my soul. 

He's the only traveler on the side of the road. 
He thinks he controls his life, but I can tell he doesn't. 

You can see pictures of me, all around the world. 
I want you to sign this, without saying a word. 

I'm torturing your mind, with all those informations. 
When you think about work, I think about vacations.


My Body

It's raining outside,  
And I just can't find out, 
If I'd rather stay here, or go away. 

The clouds are dancing, 
On my empty mind; 
They are drinking and cheering, to the loss of my faith. 

I could go up there, 
And fight them out to death, 
But they would win my soul, my body and my hair. 


Barbe Rousse

One's laying down moving the air. 
One's laughing at random affairs. 
She hands over a cigarette. 
Catching the day until we fall. 

And we go back to our cities, 
Waiting for the next week to begin. 
And we come back to our shed, 
Breathing the air of the mountain. 

Ce sentiment de deja vu, 
Au sommet de nos vies perdues.
Même dans la pure obscurité,
Jamais mon dieu je n'oublierai. 

And we go back to our cities, 
Waiting for the next week to begin.
And we come back to our shed, 
Breathing the air of the mountain. 


Then I Saw

You lost yourself in the forest. 
No one is here. 
You feel something on your neck. 
But you're too scared to move. 
Everywhere is dark, 
And the plants are still. 


Knees

Get down on your knees.
Write my own story. 
Eat all those pieces. 
Spell your name clearly.

Before they weight your body, 
And speak for you their glory. 

The line in between, 
is too thin to be.
So close your eyes and clean 
All of history. 

Before they weight your body, 
And speak for you their glory. 
And when the crowd turns gray, 
Woods and leaves catch the sun, 

Come to see. 

Moncale

I live in a place where mountains high. 
When the sun will rise I will be the first to know, don't ask my why. 
Cross the faith of God and track the spirit of your name. 
Sweet the taste of blood and sweet the call of the silence inside my head. 

Rain touched my face, 
Like my mother's hands. 
Whispers are cold.
Rain touched my face, 
Like my mother's hand. 
We will despair. 

I will live. 

Grande 

Beautiful forehead. 
Beautiful eyes. 
Mouth made of silver. 
Chin made of flowers.

Grande.