Cette nuit, intenable insomnie La folie me guette Je suis ce que je fuis Je subis cette cacophonie Qui me scie la tete Assommante harmonie Elle me dit
On part Sans savoir Ou meurent les souvenirs Notre vie defile en l'espace d'un soupir Nos pleurs Nos peurs Ne veulent plus rien dire On s'accroche
Auteurs: Dove Attia et Vincent Baguian Compositeur: Nicolas Luciani Je me croyais l'elu En volant mon histoire Mais je me suis perdu pour gagner
Mais d'ou vient L'emotion etrange Qui me fascine Autant qu'elle me derange Je frissonne poignarde par le beau C'est comme Dans l'ame le couteau
Mother Allegra Don't wait for me I belong to nothing, when you don't belong to me Silence remains like you're watching over me And I belong to no one
There's blood on my hands (hands) There's blood on my hands (hands) There's blood on my hands (hands) There's blood on my hands Blood on my hands, blood
The divine mother stumbles Cancer wrapped around her heart The eyes of gods kept Infect fingers pry open the clearest cages Sickness has been made Father
don't stand a snowball's chance in hell Moth to a flame A fatal attraction I'm flying too close to the sun Sooner or later, you're gonna get burned Moth
a glare there in the sun That will tear through the ones That were there and called when no one else was there They carried you home Is it true a moth
Dear friend, as you know Your flowers are all withering Your mother's gone missing Your leaves have drifted away But the clouds are clearing up And I
Belle-maman, belle-maman {x2} C'est un vrai tyran (Belle-maman) belle-maman Elle ressemble a Satan (Belle-maman) belle-maman La vie est un enfer Et je
loves to be touched with a glass eye on you who could dance like you, pleasure all day can you feel it? i'm holding the moth, moth i'm holding the moth
taking steps 1,2,3 and the other one keeps on amazing us by what he can see to you through broken shells a white moth comes, she gives herself to him,
don't stand a snowball's chance in hell Moth to a flame, a fatal attraction I'm flying too close to the sun Sooner or later, you're gonna get burned Moth
I wanna be I wanna be right out there And watch it blow right out of the radio I gotta be I gotta be like something And watch my face come out of the
Dear friend, as you know Your flowers are withering Your mother's gone insane Your leaves have drifted away But the clouds aren't leering up And I've
The places that we live and the living that we did The places we were put and the things we were given He sings what they talk But they took away are
Respect her, she's the one Our seasons change with each sign Truth lies in her bones Our choices now, it faked everyone I, I, I, I Like a river cuts
