Ce murmure que j'entends Mon hymne a la vie C'est que la lumiere m'eclaire sans cesse Au fond de moi Je nourris cet espoir Auquel je crois Mon hymne
Il subissait toutes les souffrances eternelles Accroche a des espoirs lascifs Absorbe par des desires naifs et furtifs Domi par une vie superficielle
Why is the sky so blue? Why are the trees so green? Why clouds exist? Where did all this come from? The nature, planets, universe It makes me wonder
I'm sitting in this sleazy hotel room Somewhere along the rocky road of doom Looking back at my life and wondering what went wrong Trying to turn these
I believe that mankind is blind to the truth All hypocrites, mental terrorists and bigots rule the world I believe, that I believe I believe that we
Are you the one? The traveller in time who has come To heal my wounds to lead me to the sun To walk this path with me until the end of time Are you
It's Xmas morning The snow is falling silently from the purple sky Little Tim is waiting for the evening When Santa will bring those presents But more
Innocence, light and beauty Softness of angel of mercy Serenity of a summer day that's what you are Dewdrop of autumn morning Divine When I look into
shame Let me feel the wind on my face Let me feel the sun And live my days with fun Let me sing this hymn to life Molesting and incest Unloving parents
Looking inside of myself I feel the rainbow of emotions Running wild in an open sea Garden of my soul Icy cage of my heart Golden key which opens The
Another day is passing by Nothing feels the same anymore I see it clear without fear Complete order in my life As I look into the blue sky I feel so
Little boy I miss you The ice is slowly melting from your heart Little boy oh how I've missed you Take my hand and we will never be apart The taste
The smell of your breath, it makes me sick Your naked body lying on the floor I want to kill you but you did it yourself You killed my innocence You
Let me feel the wind on my face Let me feel the sun And live my days with fun Let me sing this hymn to life Molesting and incest Unloving parents feeding
Death continues to stalk us. Sometimes gently, mostly not. I'm at the age when loved ones die. And as I live I understand why.
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