terça-feira, 30 de janeiro de 2024
Je suis désolé, s'il te plaît
J'avais tort
Quand j'ai dit
Qu'entre nous
Il n'y avait
Plus d'amour
Je sais que j'ai eu tort
Je t'ai fait souffrir
J'ai été un idiot
Crois-moi
Notre maison est vide
Seulement maintenant je comprends vraiment
Que son âme
Ce n'est pas moi, c'est toi.
I´m calling you, my son
"I'm knocking
I'm calling
You feel Me
Pretend not to understand
I'm here
Can you hear Me
Your heart is closed
And it holds back knowing
What I want from you
In your dream it's me
In your thoughts it's me
Your heart beating fast, it's me
In the message from your brother, it's me
This role in My work is yours
I will help you, My child
You're afraid to face
Wherever you place your hands
On this mission
Wherever you go
Do not fear, I will be with you"
Our life is a fantasy.
Here imagining life...
Without any wound:
Body of smooth skin.
Piece of flesh,
Afterwards rotted,
Thrown and even forgotten.
You walked in luxury,
Now putrid.
Below you no longer hear
The orchestra of farewell.
A hearse,
Rich is your coffin
With traces of gold,
Blond hair would be much more valuable
On the head of the monarchy.
Here always imagining:
Our life is a fantasy.
The Curtain of Time Falls
"When the curtain of time falls,
The charm of life will end,
From here I will depart
I will don my cloak,
And go to another place.
I will not look back,
I will unveil another life,
From this one I will carry memories
Of childhood,
Of many games,
Of my beautiful childhood,
And of the time as a young man,
A grandfather and a father.
I will remember my loves,
The kisses and the flowers
And my beloved parents.
I will carry with me the pains
And I will not fight to forget.
It was they who
Strengthed me and helped me to overcome."