Life started with a cry
A hard first breath
In that Sunday morning
As all the kids i knew
The hard way is coming
Have i had any choice
Life is a very hard job
when i finish my day
I know i have an other
To work it as it should
Till the end of the night
who knows when it ends
Be just enough humble
Acquire more experience
try to make less mistakes
forgive a lot  the others
How many time doe life last ?
Many years, an eternal day
It was moment ago i cried
When i saw the light of the truth
It was some years ago
a souvenir as yesterday
Now I am still going on
In the roundness of life
the road i  have taken
one day and here  an other day
to work till the end of the road !

Upon her smile a gift
to the world children
her kindness white
like a satin moon
blessed be who can
adore life with the art deity
her beauty remains  in my soul
her hands expresse a coloured  music
her fingers paint the dreams
Kind Eva her famous name
turns round in my head
each time i breath
a sweet free air of sea
who may see the light
her body of Greek goddess
and in green eyes
the love  and peace  spread
when she shake her sun  hair
and me as as Dante living in a south hell
if not her bright light that fairy hope
i  expect nothing from life
what if there was no divinity
up in the Swedish north
with her painting art
life is a spring
her green eyes  everyday
a paradise is living
in my heart and mind!

the day has run his light
the night will be soft
as long the time will
ends its roundness  
the pretty green morning
will rise up with rights
wish you all be faith  
in the light of that day
the day of truth will shines on
your pretty faces all of you
human brothers

Tenderly goes the mood
deep inside my breath
my soul flies sotfly high
and vibres the wet clay in me
the red light wine carry on
the white animated dust
atoms stick one to another
tenderly the beat  goes
that's my finest ecstasy.

I am no proud as man
nor proud of being a slave
working for the lord's
make  profit for a  wealthy minority l
some are lost in that game
while others are addicted to slavery
they buy more and more p
than some other do buy
in one year or whole life
others ready to **** the mother
some others to **** themselfs in  life
the evil god is close the blue eye
evil gods love their bleeding blood
i am not proud while people
dying every day in front of
my heart and under my  eyes
it is useless to be proud
i can do nothing to help
my brothers nor my fathers
i am not proud of my clay
i am not able to help
the other wet  clay in any ways
i am deep in the hole
deep in the black eye of hell

Life will be eternal
one day when love
will be  spread all
and over the world  
among all people
life will be right
nice and peaceful
there 'll be place for all
no one will oppresse the
other his brother or sister
no one will need to tell lies
or think he is better than all
for devilish  reason cause
the devil himself will be
out side that wonderful
the eternal life we all
believe it will be one day !

I am a happy slave
Here in the blue field
a slave to make rich
some one billonnaire
my brothers  and i work
days and nights even years
living in that happy slavery
I am conscious as a slave
Me as my brothers in that
wonderful blue world
Some people  ignores
that we are all working for
those masters of the world
while others are proud
in their daily  slavery
specially the south ones
for them slavery is a mean
a pretty nice way for their
the right emancipation
but who made the masters
if not me and my brothers
in slavery we are proud