Tharanas

In fact, that made one moment that cross in my head
Of the words and softnesses which could make a text a a little different trick,
I believe that would speak about it is necessary to acknowledge
that in my daily newspaper, it put a beautiful brothel

But I have a large concern, I am afraid which my pals laugh
That they say to me that I post myself, that they treat me duck
That is this decency misogynist, to believe that the pride leaves in smoke
When you open a little your heart, but me this time I want to assume

I have another problem, it is perhaps even heavier
That is that you are not entitled to the error when you write a text of love
Me, the three next verses, I would like that is bombs
If I write a text on it, I would like that is most beautiful of the world

It does not deserve an average text,
I have the pressure, that fears finished making interesting it, with my travel by train
There that is far from being obvious,
me I do not know how one makes to describe his feelings, when one lives with a fairy

It is necessary to acknowledge that it has eyes, they are not even approved
Times they are green, of the yellow times, I even believe that the night they are purple
When I am inserted in his glance, I lose it I do not touch more the ground I lose themselves deeply, and I forget my compass purposely

I do not include/understand all that occurs, there has full with incoherent tricks
Since it is nothing there did not change, but all is different It brings too disorder to me,
and so much of stability
What I prefer that is its force, but best that is its brittleness

It is not a text moreover, it is not right a poem
Sometimes she likes my words, but this time that is her that my words like
I have it in the head like a melody, then my desires dance In our history nothing is written, but all sounds like an obviousness

I discovered as that heats to have feelings
But if you say to me that is much better of living without, you lie
then I put them in words and so much worse if my pals confine me
Me I of insane, at home a siren has there which sleeps in my room

I had a life of wildcat, it reduced it in ashes
I discovered a very simple happiness, that is right that one likes to be together
One does not calculate the demons of the past, one is not afraid of them
Me if one day I am a couple, I would like to be us two

there are smiles and sigh, has insane laughter there to die about it
One can open and to redden itself about it,
already to nourish our memories the traps of the future await us,
but one is not afraid of them
Me if one day I am a couple, I would like to be us two

And if that is true that the words are the voice of the emotion
Mine speak to show us his direction I left the quay for a special train,
a TGV de luxe hotel One rolls to 1000km/h,
the top of the sea, in first class