Ah, how you deceive yourself
If you think that the years
Do not have to end
Joy is brief
The healthy, the sick
The brave, the defenseless
Life is a dream
That seems so pleasing

I would like to go back
To see the past again
To better understand
What we have lost
We live in a horrible world
We are in search of an existence

People are cruel
And often unfaithful
No one is ashamed
To tell lies
The young, the children
All men
It is not worth fleeing
Let the daring be appeased

I would like to go back
To see the mistakes again
To accelerate
My inner process
I was in fifth grade
I entered my existence by chance
Made of joyful days
And continuous explorations
And transformations of the Self

Ah, how you deceive yourself
If you think that the years
Do not have to end
Joy is brief

I would like to go back
To my original home
Where I lived before arriving here on Earth

I entered my existence by chance
Of ancient forms
Of teachings
And transformations of the Self

And transformations of the Self

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES