Besoin d'une clope,besoin de soufle
Je veux partir, ici j'étoufe..
« I was born to tell you I love you.. »
If you take the road, please, d'ont forget me. They don't have words. My song is a dream. And this dream is for you. Nothing is forget. Il listen your cry. I suppose I must writing story. And this a story that never-ends. I see my horizons sideways. I swimming in my sorrow. Please, give me your sky. He wille be mine. How far is your love ? I see you keep away, but I keep on hope. For you, for we.. For us memories. Please, open your secret garden. I don't request forgive me, but only to understand..
-Pardonnez moi si ca veu un peu rien dire --'