We had this taste for heights and peaks
The attitude of the altitudes, a certain tendency to show off
Oh, from up there, how low the clouds are
We don't I don't know, we're not cold, not cold in our eyes.
You see
We were so sure of ourselves, of everything and the void
Just below us , how it attracts me
We were so full of the joy of those whom nothing harms
We ended up catching cold at the very top of the peaks.
And that the wind rises blows us a little air
Reveals us, brings us back
To the radiance of those we love
But we know too much things
Too many things, you see
We should have held everything up there
And there
We were so sure of ourselves, of everything and the void
br/>Just below us, how it attracts me
We were so full of the joy of those who are not harmed by anything
We ended up getting cold at the top of the peaks .
At the top of the peaks
We had this taste for heights and peaks
The attitude of altitudes, a certain tendency to show off.

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