Like a storm-driven bird at night. We came flying out of nowhere. And for a moment our wings gleamed. Like gold in the light of fire. And are gone again to the nowhere.
Suburbia being turned upside down.. Our hopes being buried in hallowed ground.. Don't you ever blame me for the fact i was born.. I hear you calling from the other side..
Quand le ciel bas et lourd pese comme un couvercle. Sur l'esprit gemissant en proieaux longs ennuis,. Et que de l'horizon embrassant tout le cercle. Il nous verse un jour noir plus triste que les nuits;.