A keresés eredménye

Exiles

This child seems to have my eyes. He seems to have my forehead, my dark circles, and my eyelashes
This child seems to have my nose. He seems to have my mouth and my curly hair
Tell him that I will be back
Tell him that I will be back
This child is fearless of what we say, and he has such a big heart and talks about the future
He dreams of one day, leaving for the moon and traveling around the galaxy
Tell him that I will be back, tell him, that I will be back
 
This child seems to know how to sing. He seems to have a voice that comes to him from afar
This child seems to not forgive, and talks about me less and less
This child seems to have grown up like a city. Will I recognize him?
The day when the ocean or the wind or the law would bring me back
Don't tell him for the dark night. Don't tell him, for the sea to drink
Don't tell him that I can no longer breathe. Tell him that I will be back
That I will be back
 

This silence

The boat, which I took one day, carried me one day
Burns at my feet that carried me one day, that carried me far
That carried me far
This silence that took me one day, that understood me one day
Talks in my head about a life to search, about ghosts to chase
About ghosts to chase
 
Also, I will leave too. I will stay
Also, I will stay quiet too. I will talk
From you to me. Don't push it. It hurts
 
This journey, which I silenced, silenced me
Hide a blemish, a shame, a wound, an interruption, a humiliation
These faces, which I took aim at, took an aim at me
They gradually melt under my wheels, under my tires
 
Also, I will leave too. I will stay
Also, I will stay quiet too. I will talk
From you to me. Don't push it. It hurts so much here, so much here, so much
 
Never knew to say hi. Never knew to say goodbye, Never recognized my face in the mirror
I never understood really where I came from. I never told you how much you knew me
Never had the squash of simplicity, or the intelligence of frivolity
Never had the talent of indifference, or that of smiling at the faints of filth
But I know my name and this tracing life that blows me brazenly. You will find your place
Also, I will leave too. I will stay
 

Do Things Well

We tried to do things well, to by pass our evidences
To re-orient our instincts, to negotiate our expectations
To deceive our melancholiness, To walk lightly in the right crowd
To see how it screams inside when everything collapses
We tried to do things well, to juggle with our insanity
And to ruin the tinkered paths of adolescence
We tried to talk to ourselves just to see how it sounds, to reunite our abandonments and to calm our first people
 
Do things well. It means nothing and it's all talks
The real life in your sights, tell me why it's a bit shifty
You are not exactly happy. I'm not exactly happy
It stills triggers the urge to drift off under the skies
 
We tried to do things well, to conceal our clamors
To argue around nothing and besides don't talk too much for me
We camouflaged our rifts. We betrayed each other who believe it. You stopped painting and I hardly sing anymore
We put down all the series that can soften our souls
We learned to entertain ourselves, and to spit on our flames
We tried to surrender and not to change the world. We almost did the things well for more or less 30 seconds
 
Do things well. It means nothing and it's all talks
The real life in your sights, tell me why it's a bit shifty
You are not exactly happy. I'm not exactly happy
It stills triggers the urge to drift off under the skies
Do things well. It means nothing and it's all talks
The real life likes to clump together like flies
In the same bars, at the same hours, to tell each other the same bullshit
You have a huge heartache, and I am not who I am anymore
And I don't know who I am anymore (doing things well means nothing)
And I don't know who I am anymore, and I don't know who I am anymore, and I don't know who I am anymore (doing things well means nothing)
Who I am
And I don't know who I am anymore (doing things well means nothing)
And I don't know who I am anymore