Tykes who feast but do not pray Sun dried cheeks and sun dyed grains Spilled in the house that they leave like geese Travel in the night like a pearl
I Carnt Fined Away Around Il Fined Away Across And If I Carnt Fined Away Across Il Crush Them All Staright Thru I Fined Myself In A Pickle Is Music Against Fickle
Dans le plus grand des silences La science avance, la science progresse et pourtant les doutes se pressent C'est au nom du progres qu'ils sacrifient
Emporte par la, je n'avais rien prepare, un reve malgre moi m'amene de ce cote Il fait noir en bas, ils sont surement partis, il fait noir chez moi,
I remember the time when we were kids even if I don't wanna come back through the years I write this memories 'cause we've never talked about it I'
Fuck tuner since (Smash radio cause) nothing can happen or be interesting to you All new hits suck this is real we tell the truth You're not like many
Always all alone, have a last drink to forget the time when it was so nice to depend on our parents and to be at school not for work but just for girls
jour apres jour tu grandis, tu oublies et cette envie deviens polie. ces chaines qui pendent au bout de tes bras et tu ne les vois pas. regarde un peu
Porte par mon ombre, presse par le monde, j?essaye de repousser le temps juste un instant Sans reponses, sans prieres, meilleur qu?hier, j?avance un
I don't want you to understand me Don't wanna hear you trying to explain me I hardly know myself, so how can you pretend to show me the way things
I have to hurry up but I just can't get up Bad habits do not pay so we only have to pray There's always something wrong think I won't stay for a long
Sex in the family, it's not that dirty Sex in the family, my house is always horny If you wanna know all about me and my family, (It's just) Sexuality
The world makes me cry, tears of hate As long as I'll live there you'll see its sorrow through my eyes (Merci a netOale pour cettes paroles)
A toutes ces foules qui marchent sans prendre le temps Qui, tetes baissees, se croisent en attendant Le jour vainqueur ou les six chiffres seront les
Stop and look around The time has come for you to know your own mind You know it could be, you know it should be different and I just feel the same Through
My eyes keep focused on what you've just made to me and my head Start burning when you're speaking on TV Could they stop their song a minute nice speaker
This song is an hopeful call to all those who start to fall, you're not alone, not the only one I'll no longer watch my life passing by, sleep and lie
Tell me about your girlfriend cause mine sucks With all that I do she does not agree She'll never understand maybe she's too dumb She'll never comprehend
