Farmer Mylene
The other
The other
What emotion in front of this self
Who seems to brush against the OTHER,
What emotion in front of the faith
Of one who pushes the OTHER,
It is the solitude of space
That resonates within us
We are so alone, sometimes
I want to believe then that an angel passes by
That he whispers to us
I am here for you
And you are me.
But who is there OTHER
What a strange messenger
But who is the OTHER
Your face is familiar
But who is the OTHER
In you my life is refugee
He's a friend, it's him.
You and me with your fingertips
We will weave ANOTHER
Another me, another voice
Without one chasing the other,
I have my weaknesses in my memory
But in the palm of my hands
All my strengths too
But so to overcome sadness
Overcome your doubts
We need a friend
The friend is him.

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