Paroles:
Opium

Opium dans le ciel Formes rondes, formes belles J'ai des amis qui en abusent mais moi Ma boheme s'use Voie lactee, emeraude La seance est avant l'aube

cobaye. Mon opium, pas de serum, mon opium (opium opium) Mon opium, pas de serum, mon opium Je laisse aller, me laisse inhaler, mon opium (x3) Je

Theres something wrong here don?t you An endless pain?s invading me. The game is over. Every day something disappears Leaves my soul with every tear

Like an addict?s longing hand In which theres no more Like your skin against my skin, Which we feel no more When the pleasure just begins In our bodies

Watch those idiosyncrasies Watch all the idiots fall on me Running out of ways to get outta the way Take another shot just to stay the same But I need

And I am what I am and what will be will be I stand at the window and I look at the sea Then I make me a pot of opium tea Down at the port I watch the

's come for opium Mom, mom Mom, mom I'm so happy, happy So happy, happy, oh I'm in heaven, heaven Yeah, heaven, heaven, oh Oh, the season's come for opium

I think that life is not only this touchable, fugitive Which, though so beautyfull, passes away so quickly You used to stand behind me, I felt warm touch

One by one, the young will fall, indoctrinating process growing Some too weak to fight at all, who controls their future? God above or God below, questions