I Don't know if you and me are meant to be
Mais ceci étant dit
Je fais tourner les pages de mon livre
Celui qui traite de ma vie
J'y lis des mots dont les lettres dansent pour te décrire
Dans cette relation
J'espère y trouver la passion
Et faire vivre tes sensations
Avec douceur et compassion
Soleil levant
Au senteurs du printemps
Fleur que tu es
Je ne pourrais te résister

Des plus profonds des océans
Et du haut du ciel
Plus forts et plus ardents mes désirs sont
Tu me fais face avec ton sourire tout beau tout miel
Je me perds alors dans mes émotions
Intrigué, je t'observe comme un bel oiseau battant des ailes
Dans tes yeux brillent mille lueurs de satisfaction
Dans les miens dansent mille et un rayons de de lumière
Chaleur et douceur
Nul besoin de croire en son destin
Nul besoin de lire Hugo ou Voltaire pour te dire que tu es belle
Nul besoin d'attendre pour prendre part à ce doux festin

Trying to sleep,
Working till i get tired
In my bed i retire
But my head playing solo
Spamming me with thoughts going slowmo
Making my body slave of my mind
Feeling miserable, confined
But i'm a fighter

Even if i'm blind
I can see brighter

In my imagination i feel ya near me
No doubt you can hear me
In the broken mirror the reflection of myself
Deep in my eyes you can see yourself
Let dreamland turn wonderland


Your image shining
Like a lighthouse, guiding my steps towards sleep,
deep
Finally, i'll get there even with air to breathe
I'll try to find some peace

Life,
that train on which we embark by accident
Family,
that tissue on which we wipe our tears
School,
that pain which makes us stronger
Friends,
that diversity which enriches us
Religion,
that pill which lets us cross the borders of reason and logic
Adventure,
that fascinating quest whispered to me by a girl i like
Work,
that fight which we must win
Money,
that double-edged knife which can cut us
Love,
that drug which we can't get enough
Children,
these stars which we hope will shine forever
Death,
that last train station where we don't want to get off
Grave,
That dark and cold room

There was a boy who lost his way
He wondered if he'd leave or stay
So he decided to sit and think
He raised up his head to the tired sky
With his curious eyes, he stared at the shining stars
And with an innocent face, he smiled to the lonely moon
Dancing in the cold night, the trees seemed so happy far away from men
The little boy stood up and walked his way, responding the call of the wild, free, naive forest
Alone with his dreams and fears, he called his mommy out of darkness
A soft wind broke the silence of the night
Murmuring its sweet and lovely songs
The boy amazed turned around himself and open his arms like a blue happy bird
He heard something cracking
He turned his eyes and saw a white wolf looking at him as if he was the last of its kind
The wolf screamed in pain  
When the boy realised that the beast was looking for its mother too,
hot tears flowed down his cheeks
He headed toward the wolf
The white beast growled loudly
The kid smiled and cuddeled it,
chasing its pain away  
The two lost their paths but they finally found themselves  
Like two parts of the same soul...

Knock knock knock the daily alarm rang rang rang
wake up and look at your life
maybe it'd feel like you are facing up to a broken mirror,
wandering in an endless desert of sharp despair and pointed distress

Maybe you, they and i should see into our hearts
and travel throughout our souls
maybe we should climb the stairs of love
maybe we should destroy the walls of hate,
bringing bridges together as if it was an invisible string between the poor and the rich,
between the young and the old,
between the sky and the ground,
between the stars and all the orphans' cries

How many times would we fall down before we stand up?
how many times would we sleep with no regets?
and how many times would we wake up with a smile in our faces?