Nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing
Nothing to the corners
Nothing that scares me
Nothing that exasperates me

Today I do nothing
I am part of nothing
A bit like before birth
Or like after death
I've become someone since I realized that deep down I am

Nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing
Nothing is already good
Nothing in my mind, nothing on my computer

Today I know nothing
I don't know what's coming
A bit like before birth
Or like after dessert
The glass is full since I realized it was full of

Nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing
Nothing that intervenes
Nothing that bothers me, nothing that itches me

Today I am nothing
Nor the emptiness that I contain
But I'm aware of my absence
It reassures me when I think about it
I finally changed the day I realized that it didn't change

The story repeats itself infinitely
As if we were not moving forward
Until we accept the importance of the void
That binds us, that separates us

At the center of the vortex a balance
That never degrades
As soon as we accept the importance of the void
That breaks us, that repairs us

The story repeats itself infinitely
As if we were not moving forward
Until we accept the importance of the void
That binds us, that separates us

At the center of the vortex a balance
That never degrades
As soon as we accept the importance of the void
That breaks us, that repairs us

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