He's sitting at the back of the metro, where no one is watching
Heavy silence, three guys get in, threatening faces
Come on, drop the jacket, we're addicted to it
br/>But he begs, starts to cry, his father gave him Christmas
She changes hands, he says in vain that his parents did not a penny
Basically no one cares
The three guys, the people around, for free, the blade is sudden
The Opinel penetrates, 10 centimeters in the abdomen
It's already been a year, he would have been 16
His father never really got over it
When he enters his room, nothing has changed, the toys
The books, however, the walls are sad, why live
If killing is easy? We want to twist the knife
When everything suddenly collapses at the bottom of a subway he stays there
The cops are investigating , eat sandwiches, even smile
Tell their lives, they don't even talk about him
He has a hard time imagining himself, once his innocent child
In one second, for 400 francs, dying in a pool of blood
A pool of tears, a wave of fear, the ring of happiness
Fruit of love, cut down by the edge of a dagger of
Unfortunately, it was not time to leave, he had not told her everything
Too bad, it will be in paradise
And remorse from the root , a tree rises
And from the tree grows delicate flowers which caress the marble
Another grave to bloom
An angel leaves with a last breath
A news item in an alley
A short cry, no one hears the call
Another grave to bloom
An angel leaves with a last breath
A news item in an alley
A short cry, no one hears the call
Dark street lit at birth We've been doing it for two hours already
Pacing back and forth and still not a thing in the bag
Sleazy sidewalks, dirty bars, drunken fights
Heels hit the tarmac, at the red light a guy honks his horn
She's fed up with these weirdos who pass, pass again, condemn her
Hurt her soul and ten meters further away they laugh
It's not working well today, the guys don't want to
Because of the rain or life, sex loses out in the face of worry
A coat, a umbrella, hell in a gray suit
Comes closer, her gaze flees, she says her price, here we go
The door opens, corridor towards purgatory, for her the story
Repeats like a ghost train from the street fairs to the sliding of the
Black bars
Mirror, tell it who is the most beautiful
Don't let her think alone at night that the fairies don't care about her
Sleeping Beauty for a springless mattress
Anchored to her fate like a worn out boat never leaves the port
Snow White bit the bitter fruit without bitterness
For them, she is just a whore, for her son she remains a mother ¨re
A Donkey Skin princess by day, slave by night
But the pumps are cursed, they bring Cinderella back to her hovel
The walls are less of an embrace more brief than tender
Capture his dreamy gaze, the only cure for dementia
Out through the window Being a noiseless cry haunts the lifeless streets
Out through the window a short cry in the night
Another grave to bloom
An angel leaves with a last sigh
A news item in an alley
A short cry, no one hears the call
Another grave to bloom
An angel leaves with a last sigh
A news item in an alley
A short cry, no one hears the call

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