I used to feel...
I used to sense what were
Inside of me.
To feel waves of difference,
Waves which brought me to live.
I enjoyed this live in me,
Breathing and feeling,
Burning and suffocating.
Didn't curse another life
When bearing death inside.

Now all things i do bear
Are all gone and free.
This, myself...
Now fleeing around death.
Cursing the hour,
And another life...
Which whom i used
To care.
Now...
Watching myself,
My own life
Fading to afar...
Listening thes voices
And trying to tell them
That will soon be gone...

(For me...what did you really gave... life...)

IMPRIMER LES PAROLES

CONSULTER LA TRADUCTION EN FRANÇAIS