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78

Colored blobs on your face
And a breath in your hair
We are 78
Are we going nowhere

How I wish you there running to me silently
How I wish you there sweeping my face before I leave

No, I don’t know what to do
Like a fall in your stares
We are 78
We’re going nowhere !

How I wish you there running to me silently
How I wish you there sweeping my face before I leave

Colored blobs on your face
Before I leave

I wish you were here
I wish you were here
Before I leave

Oh no ! If you go I could die
or I won’t be on time…
If you go I could lie
Every world you told me
Every child you gave me
I know I will… if you go before I leave

Anyone

I am not them and i didn’t want to be them … middle mind…
I’m not a clown maybe i was only your fool for a while
Now i feel like i’m deaf and dumb
Am i anyone, trapped in your mind ?

You mean nothing
You mean nothing
You mean nothing
You mean nothing

To her
To her
to the whole
the whole world
To her
To her
You passed
just passed

There’s nothing on her side
You’ve never been on her mind
What happened never took place
Cause We’re both out of time

To her
To her

Every morning I’m leaving your bed and my dreams for life… middle mind
I’m here all alone cause you didn’t want to be mine, for a while
Now i feel like I’m deaf and dumb
Am i anyone, trapped in your mind ?

You mean nothing
You mean nothing
You mean nothing
You mean nothing

To her
To herto the whole
The whole world
To her
To her
You passed
Just passed

There’s nothing  on her side
You’ve never been on her mind
What happened never took place
Cause We’re both out of time

To her
To her

sychlo was a trouble town
sychlo was a trouble town
sychlo was a trouble town
sychlo was a trouble

Illustration : Paula Bonet

Tout est bien

Je répondrai a peine sur mes habits de scènes
Tu ne m’écoutes pas, tu ne t’entends pas
Je devinerai ton ombre, sur les murs d’une tombe
On se recueillera, et on se priera

D’aller se faire voir, la grande fanfare
Et si timide que je voudrais
Parfois mourir de mes regrets

Mais ne t’en fais pas, je vais bien,
appris qu’on pouvait aller loin,
Mais ne t’en fais pas, tout est bien,
Qui ne finit pas sous un train,
La ou je vais, les gens n’ont pas de regrets.

Si je montais autour, des murmures en plein jour,
Ce serait un asile, a la nage une ile…
Une grande bache, colorées de taches, 
c’est peut etre ainsi… oui c’est ça un cirque,

Allons nous y voir la grande fanfare
Et si timide que je voudrais
Parfois mourir de mes regrets

Mais ne t’en fais pas,
tout est bien tu vois,
Mais ne t’en fais pas,
Je vais bien tu vois,
La ou je vais, les gens n’ont pas de regrets.

Photo : Paula Bonet

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