sans histoire C'est bien pire qu'un trou noir Sans h?ter sans savoir On traverse un miroir On traverse un miroir On traverse un miroir On traverse un
[Choir:] Requiem... Kyrie Elesion Gratia tua illis succurrente Mereantur evadere judicium Fac eas de morte transire ad vitam Et in memoria aeterna erit
I woke up early evening and I knew I was alone Did the sun come up or did it rain again, I?ll never know I felt the acid in my stomach rise above my throat
Well they left then in the morning, a hundred pairs of wings in the light moved together in the colors of the morning I looked to the clouds in the
I was talking I was talking to myself Somebody else Talk, talk, talking I couldn't hear a word A word you said He was my brother, brother I said there
See ya from across the room [Verse 1:] It's Friday night and I'm going to a party With my man, to dance As soon as we get in He is lost with his friends
Wait a minute man You mispronounced my name You didn't wait for all the information Before you turned me away Wait a minute sir You kind of hurt
Wait a minute man You mispronounced my name You didn't wait for all the information Before you turned me away Wait a minute sir You kind of hurt my feelings
(Lyrics: Gold / Music: Gold-Bloss) I'm living in a perfect world Embedded in a perfect game Can't get enough of all this stuff But everything is quite
I been crazy for you, so long How could something so right turn out so wrong Words, never mean what they say Words just get in the way Before this night
(Instrumental)
[Chorus: Stevie Wonder] Been through the storm, through the cold and rain Everything's still the same Can't control how I feel Sometimes it's hard to
Devant nous une immensite Un sentiment d'eternite Lune de miel pour deux inconnus Un rendez vous a corps perdus Juste l'envie de retrouver Cette impression
ca pour un regard ou deux Un sourire qui tremble un peu C'est l'amour, c'est l'accident On sent passer le courant Refrain: On traverse un miroir
On traverse un miroir On se tait, on reste accroche Comme deux enfants desesperes C'est l'amour, c'est l'accident On sent passer le courant On traverse
[choir: chant] My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind." Then she stepped away from me and
