I come out of a mouth, a piano note or a string
Sweet as a child and his mother who tucks him in
I grow in the evenings and the atmosphere of ©borde
Calm or nervous and in any order
My strength? Mix the emotions on it
It gets tougher when I stare at a disappointed soul
If we learn to open our eyes to see
Let me say that we can see clearly in the blur of my headlight
No I don't think and the sense that I touch doesn't think
And explaining it becomes fishy
Whatever the form 'we imagine me there
Seeing me one day flee that we can't imagine it
And if a man who creates me when he falls asleep
Swear only through my virtue for fate
A kind of second mother in a word
In a piece, let music be this word
Chorus
I carry all these groups within me while
That so many groups don't care, gently said
My reason prevails with each note that rocks my flow
Let the music be this word
The one to serve the man who reads me
The thing that proves to him that day and night
With me nothing happens behind his back
Let music be this word
I want us to vibrate, that my everything only serves to smile
That we anilate for a moment the moments, the worst
Let a veil deposit its shivers for the night
On the arms raised to tell me all this
My essence, my why, my first cause
The opulence of this power is only a little proud pause
It must not be said that I am being used negatively
My notes don't care that negative people lie
br/>I have to dive back in and what do I have left of this reality?
Think of resources, of ballast, of something new
Use me to write
Let my hand follow your chords and sweat
Take care of me like a son, please
If I'm behind the scenes in your life
A kind of simple thing in a word
Let music be that word
Chorus
May music be that word when I can no longer find mine
The thing that proves to me that with her nothing happens behind her back
Mark the story of my life, play, go ahead!

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