I'm a month away from releasing my album
Three months away from turning thirty
Doubt and bitterness in the aromas
So I move forward even if I don't know where I'm going
There are people I don't know who adore me (yes)
People I love that I disappoint once again
In silence but I still hear a voice
Black screen but I still hope for an end
I still hope to see us smile (always)
A whole life running until the four boards
Convinced that I'm nothing if I don't have a plan
While deep down I'm dead if I don't have time
We grew up in the ZUP (ZUP)
Parents who fall for the stupid (damn)
The neighbor who knocks for sugar
Grandfathers who run after the bus
Wesh, wesh, and what's your story since the old days?
When we dug deeper into our pockets
As if we were going to find oil
My brother, I love you, but I'll never dare to tell you loud enough
Because the sound of happiness slamming the door
Cut me off again and again and I ask

When are we going to leave?
When are we going to go?
I love your eyes that tell without speaking
The stories you tell non-stop
Like grandma lying in her bed
Who forgets our names before she goes
I hope at least there's TV up there
So she can continue to grumble
To call the presenter crazy, it's crazy

A whole life dreaming of going elsewhere
I have chills I say it's because it's cold
I anticipate so I prefer to talk about misfortune
I open the window, dude there are a thousand shows
Too much in the sound, the essential is elsewhere
I'm tired, it's serious in my life
Fuck you I want my little medal
I'll give up when I have no more hope
Not at all

They thought they were going to make me
I love them as much as I hate them
They thought we were going to shut up, never (never)
Already we allow ourselves to dream
It's not for me to be brought back to the ground
Go away let us fly

They thought they were going to make me
I love them as much as I hate them
They thought we were going to shut up, never (never)
Already I allow myself to fly
It's not for me to be brought back to earth
Go away let us the summit

An hour of transport to reach the city by metro
Places where it shines a little more
The looks, the grimaces, the promises of little whore
Who think that behind your hope there is a way out for them
I admire my city from the bus shelter
The seat is getting more and more porous
So I push sitting on mold

I'm a month away from releasing an album
Three months away from turning thirty
A few meters from the top of the hill
Shay didn't find me motivated enough
So I look in the blur when I have to explain
It's been 30 minutes since I cut off contact
Alone in the garage wondering where we're going
What are we going to do, what fight, too many men down
In our hearts too many bruises, I've had enough
I don't know when I'm going to crack I'm hot
Continue I don't know if I have the choice
What's going on in my head if I fail?

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