Zazie
The Zizanie
We turn it off
She screamed, pushed all night
So that he finally lets out his first cry
We rock him to put it to sleep and then
We put it out
We put out the eyes of our dolls
Killed the cowboys and the plucked Indians
A story before going to bed
And then
We turn off
The light, at the end of the corridor
Mom stays up, dad comes home late
Seems that it's not visible
That we cry in the dark
We turn it off
But the cries in the middle of the night
And we run to hide under the bed
And fear takes precedence over desire
We switch off
We switch off: better to close our eyes
It's about learning not to to be happy
We will have to pour water on the fire
To put it out
We grow up, we are a cowboy, an Indian
We are a executioner who cries for nothing
A victim full of blood on his hands
We are one
One of those who think they are out of the woods
Who move forward without looking back
Who are ready to kill father and mother
And that
Nothing reaches
That nothing reaches
No matter how hard we shout life
We ignite, we leave each other, we get married
We light up, we make love and then
We extinguish
We scream again and again
Nothing will quench the lack of love
And this fire burns us until the day
When we go out
When we go ©dyed

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