Слова:
Damien Saez La Prière

Par le petit garcon qui meurt pres de sa mere Tandis que des enfants s'amusent au parterre Et par l'oiseau blesse qui ne sait pas comment Son aile tout

: Par le petit garcon qui meurt pres de sa mere Tandis que des enfants s'amusent au parterre Et par l'oiseau blesse qui ne sait pas comment Son aile

I'll be the heat when you're cold I?ll be the star in the night I?ll be the peace when you get mad I?ll be the river when your soul runs dry I?ll

Sirens in my head people talking loud but i can't hear a thing Hidden in the wood in your neighbourhood trying to escape but losing it In the parking

Take me where i was when i first met you Lost myself today like i used to do Baby stop the car drop me off Along the way i?ll find my way Home under

Is it ok baby Is it what you wanted to wipe your hurt away Take your make-up off For a minute Will you show me who you are Will you Don't be scared

I am you you are me i want you you to suffer You're so sad so fucking mad that's too bad it's all you're good for I am blind but nevermind in decline

In your leather jacket my cigarette will make a hole I'll end up in the ashtray blown into ashes by your love My girl she says That everything's gonna

Where i'm going where i'm from on my yellow tricycle The nights i've been looking for a way back home The things i am going through the fear just to