To stifle the bitter tongue
that steals your words of love
to specify your anger
and your desires against the light

to anticipate your story
ring the bell of oblivion
to stride over your memory
at the whim of unheard rivers

beat the cards without measure
search for the key, fish for the note
reinvent the adventure
and walk your old boots

to let your friends think
that you have given up the race
to hide from your enemies
that you will bury them all

You walk you walk you walk,
I hear from here you walk
you walk you walk you walk,
I hear from here

you walk you walk you walk,
I hear from here you walk
you walk you walk you walk,
I hear from here

To catch your demons off guard
and the good god of speed
to dilute the speeches
in the thick fog

to move your mountains
open roads, return the blows
set fire to your prison
and blow up your bolts

to glimpse a piece of sea
and a life in your life
to mess up the order of things
that mess you up

on the peak, launch your cry
between the hollows, hold the line
I hope in the depths of my madness
to be there when you signal...
I hope at the far end of the country
to be there when you signal

You walk you walk you walk,
I hear from here you walk
you walk you walk you walk,
I hear from here

you walk you walk you walk,
I hear from here you walk
you walk you walk you walk,
I hear from here

And since...

I walk, I walk, I walk,
I also walk, I walk
I walk, I walk, I walk,
I also walk

I walk, I walk, I walk,
I also walk, I walk
I walk, I walk, I walk,
I also walk

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