And when time grows weary
Of only being killed
Not a second passes
In lives of uniformity
When of pain in mistrust
Never more tears
Then from spite to distrust
We learn to resign ourselves
The dark hours come
When everything can finally light up
Or when lives are nothing more than shadows
There remain our dreams to invent
He says that I am beautiful
And that he was only waiting for me
He tells me that I am the one
Just made for his arms
He speaks like one caresses
Words that don't exist
Of always and of tenderness
And I only hear his voice
Avoid looks, take on this absent air
The one that people have people on the boulevards
This air which makes them transparent
Learn to turn your eyes
In front of people who love each other
Avoid all those who walk two
Those who kiss without losing their breath
Is there an evening, a moment
When we say to ourselves it's more for me
All the sweet words, the blows of blood
But in my dreams, I have the right to them
He tells me that I am beautiful
And that he was only waiting me
He tells me that I am the one
Just made for his arms
Lies and nonsense
That a child would not believe
But the nights are my Churches
And in my dreams I believe in it
He tells me that I am beautiful
I see him running towards me
His hands brush me slow and draws me in
It's beautiful like in the cinema
No more betrayal, sorrows
My script doesn't want it
He tells me that I am a queen
And poor me, I believe it
Hmm, poor me, I believe it

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