I met an old man one day
he gave me a book, an old book
I looked at him with a curious eye
he smiled to me and disappeared like a tired smoke

With trembling fingers i turned the pages
some angry dust released itself into the air,
like a result of traveling throughout the places and over the ages
that night when i read it, glued to my chair
i thought i lost my mind in an ocean of words...

Being a friend is being a man
Being a brother is being tolerant
There are who say we can
And there are who say we can't
Why is that so hard to love your brother?
And so easy to betray your friend ?
Why does time give me brothers?
And why does it take away my friends?
Is my brother a friend?
Or is my friend a brother?

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

Dear mirror,
We stand up in front of you
You stay there, like an old tree, calm

Dear mirror, we show you our secrets
Our good and bad secrets
But you are still like an old man,attentive

Dear mirror, you see us cry and smile
But you are still tough like a stone  
We give you a look, and you give it back

Dear mirror, we hit you and you hit us back
So are you good or bad?
Or are you showing us our true nature?

Dear mirror, our emotions are naked in front of you
Far from you we wear so many faces
But we see you as you are and you see us as we are

Dear mirror...

Nothing lasts forever
So why are we running away from death?
Knowing that one day we will be catch up by time

why are we so afraid to admit the truth?
That everything has an end

Those who died yesterday
Thought they would live today
So why should we be an exception?

Sometimes i'm asking my self what could we take to the grave
And then i realize there is no difference between the poor and the rich

Will there be any lawyer to justifie our acts?
Once we will plunge into the darkness

We have a limited time in this world
Why don't we use it to make a better place?

A place where children would smile
And where the elders woudn't cry
A place where life grows like a wild plant

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

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?

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

I thought i knew myself
In reality i was in a middle of a desert
Lost between my disillusionments and regrets
Carried away by my feelings
Life goes on
I have you have we have the chance to catch up the train
The train of love and peace
The train that links your heart to mine
The train that links their heart to yours
Tears flow when the train cracks
And the soul is torn when the link is broken
True smile becomes a fake smile
While happy face becomes a sad face
Life goes on...

People are living a lie
Standing in front of a mirror
Looking into their empty eye
Hoping they will be saved by a glass of wine.

The sound of her voice  makes me smile
While her smile makes me feel alive
Knowing she's happy makes my heart beating
And reminds me the time when we were laughing
The time when we've, hand in hand
Fought against the pain

Money masters the world
while cancer's spreading death
Money is our lord
on which we dedicate every breath
Money is a sword
which will cut us at the first chance

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

People want to cry
But they don't even know why
People think outloud
Searching for meaning to their lives

People watch the stars
And ask why they are so far
People search for answers
But they got more questions

People like the sky
But they are living on the ground
People make mistakes
But they don't learn from them

People hate the others
While they smile to their direction
People failed to sleep
Until the day when they face up their fears

Poverty's everywhere
I don't like charity
You don't like charity
He doesn't like charity
She doesn't like charity
They don't like charity
Congratulation we've created poverty

Sometimes i feel depressed
And sometimes i feel oppressed
But it doesn't matter
Because i know that i have my life between my hands

Is there any chance to survive
In a world where the rich is living his life
And the poor is dying for his mistakes ?
Speak for yourself they said

Is there any path to follow?
Even if it is hidden behind a mountain
Or even if it is covered deep inside the ocean
You are insane they said

Is there any salvation?
Follow your heart if you want the answer
And spread life around you if you want satisfaction
I want to become a better person they said

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...

What if i wake up today
and see words alive,
fighting each other like brother enemies  
would LOVE win over HATRED?
or would PEACE suffer from WAR?