You want to walk, there will always be much further
You want to talk, you want to scream, we will understand nothing
You want to search, you will not find

You would like to fly, avoid the paths
Give to others, give to others, there will be no hand

I'm scared of the slightest little delay
To say, "Hello, goodbye"
Scared to kiss you, tonight
No longer jumping in puddles, hope

Of losing the detached thread
To live next to, that everything is spoiled
Scared to make the slightest meter
Without loving, preventing, disappearing

Scared of the slightest little word
The one that always comes too late or too early
I think we all feel the shocks
In fact, I think we're always scared

You want to sail, there will always be much further
You want to scream or whisper, we will understand nothing
You want to find, you will not search

You would like to fly, avoid the paths
Give to others, give to others, there will be no tomorrow

I'm scared to see what needs to be seen
How many days when evening comes
Scared to wake up in the dark
No longer dreaming of being world champion of victories

Scared of the slightest little gesture
To be prevented, replaced, disappear
Scared of the slightest encounter
To be the one who is for who is against

Scared of the slightest drop of water
Coming from the sea, the sky, yes, from above
I think we all feel the shocks
In fact, I think we're always scared

I look at the earth, I look down
I see all our borders, I don't understand them
I look up, I look at the roofs
And I just imagine myself close to you

Of shadow and light, of the wildest dreams
We have to tell ourselves, "We are made of everything
Of dust and a beating heart"
We have to tell ourselves, "We are made of that"

I'm scared to melt into the fog
Of the slightest detour, of others, of chance
Scared to lose memory
No longer running in the rain in the square

Of losing the detached thread
To live next to that everything is spoiled
Scared to make the slightest meter
Without loving, embracing, disappearing

Scared of the slightest little word
The one that always comes too late or too early
I think we all feel the shocks
In fact, I think we're always scared

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