I had planted seeds, in a vegetable garden
I had sown rye in a faded field
The seeds in the sun, were seen to dry
And the rye likewise, never grew

It wasn't the season, or maybe not the place who knows
No matter because in the end, I tried

I made a hut out of olive wood
The ground was sand and I liked it
Then the roof, then the bases, got crumpled
Spread out on the sand, the broken house

It wasn't the season, or maybe not the place who knows
No matter because in the end, I tried

We hatch projects, bridges, plans
We hatch verses and children
Me, I've won sometimes, and lost often
He who never fails is not alive

It wasn't the season, or maybe not the place who knows
No matter because in the end, I tried

It wasn't the season, no, or maybe not the place who knows
No matter because in the end

La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la

If what we've sown, hasn't always grown
What we've sown is not lost
If what we've sown, hasn't always grown
I tried

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