I fought with fate
I shared bread and wine
I built and abandoned
I bargained with sin
And I carry the marks on me

Like wounds
That I don't hide
Stories of departures
Without return
Tattooed stories
Of love and bruises

I ran and cried breathlessly
I saw right and I was wrong
I lost at cards with myself
Sometimes cunning and sometimes foolish
And I carry the marks on me

Like wounds
That I don't hide
Stories of departures
Without return
Tattooed stories
Of love and bruises
Of love and bruises

And scars above the mirror
I turn white but I don't age
Tattooed stories deep in the soul
Deep in the soul

They are wounds that I don't hide
Stories of departures without return
They say everything that you are
What you are (written on the skin)
What you are (written on the skin)
What you are

I ran and cried breathlessly
I saw right and I was wrong
I lost at cards with myself

(Written on the skin) what you are
(Written on the skin) what you are

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES