This strange afternoon from my window
Brings the old breeze from the morning
There is nothing here
Just a few days that are about to pass
Just an afternoon in which one can breathe
A tiny immense moment in living
Then look at reality and nothing more
And nothing more

Now it seems to me that I have lived
A flow of centuries through old paths
There is nothing here
Just a few days that are about to pass
Just an afternoon in which one can breathe
A tiny immense moment in living
Then look at reality and nothing more
And nothing more

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES