All these things
All these things
All all all all all
All these things
All these things
All these things

As far as I can remember
Since my earliest childhood
I was taught to love what seems clear and limpid
And to fear what looks dark, black and gloomy
I was never taught to look beyond
Beyond everything that has a reassuring appearance
And beyond the fear that things inspire
As they appear

Since kindergarten, we attended the same benches
Inseparable, young adults we formed the same gang
The same chicks, the same bullshit, the same gloves
One day the awakening is painful, we no longer speak the same language
I've had enough of "such is life"
Too much respect for her so I prefer "such is the desire"
Money like a boil
Takes the hand of friendship, throws it in the water with its illusions

The eyes, the hair, the body, the size
He had everything she liked
The style, the car, the clothes, the watches
He had everything she wanted
Kind words, attention
He had everything she was looking for
With him she felt like a woman, she felt protected
Between restaurant, club and parties, chained at a hundred miles an hour
She didn't feel the links that were gradually chaining her
All these "I love you" with arsenic, I shouldn't have tasted it
That's what she tells herself in front of the mirror in front of the bruises and wounds

I was in second grade and she was my history teacher in high school
I felt like her barbs were targeting me
Every time, these little remarks set my guts on fire
I was angry, in my heart I dreamed of unscrewing her
The year was ending, all the teachers were going to shoot me down
The one I thought was my enemy was the only one to defend me
She wrote "I believe in you more than you do"
Here are your dreams, keep them and never let anyone take them

He doesn't care about me, he always shoots off to the other side of the world
Never present, always at work while mine is falling apart
I rarely hear his voice echoing in the football stadiums
And it's always Mom who shows up when I scrape my knees
It's crazy the bullshit we think when we're just a kid
Everything we feel at each departure is like a pickaxe blow
That's what I read in the eyes of mine at almost every goodbye
And I tell myself they'll do like me and understand later

At seventeen, I thought I understood everything
Yet my mother had told me
The wrong place, the wrong time
It's when we stand near trouble and conflict
Too insolent, peace serenity fled me
Someone who loves you thinks of your happiness before his own on his knees
Ignore that on patrol, everything goes haywire for nothing
Normal people who for a moment become crazy
Attract loyalty to the heart of endless wars

We saw each other often, we worked together
We played football every weekend and big barbecues on Sunday
Apart from a few charriages, nothing seemed really strange to me
Until this sentence thrown in the air but heavy with consequences
And then my look changed, slowly I took my distances
Disappointed, vexed, surprised by so much intolerance
And the link disintegrated little by little
I saw him as a friend, I was just an alibi (an alibi, an alibi, an alibi, an alibi)

Behind what we see, behind what we live
Even beyond appearances and behind the unsaid
Despite the evidences, despite the fake smiles
Is a rose still a rose, even if I can smell it

Behind what we see, behind what we live
Even beyond appearances and behind the unsaid
Despite the evidences, despite the fake smiles
Is a rose still a rose, even if I can smell it

It's the difference between being and appearing

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