They leave
No, he does not avenge
It does not even want to worry
It Always dream and sails
the melancholy
He rambles a bit
And when he can escape
No, it does not take you away
He does not want
In your dreams cut for two
Within which he
can breathe a little
But you have your revenge
For it is the melancholy
it tingles with the sea breeze
Why?
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That you cry a little
For
sometimes you're afraid for him and you know that nothing is nothing is ever finished
but not here
is to forget the misfortunes
Who haunt him until the wee hours
disappointments buried in his bundle
A headlong rush ... but backwards
is to avert a The curse of the inaccessible
satisfaction
A curse to damn souls
That happiness would fade agreed
is because it is his only weapon
Facing fatal
A peace that would kill a
warmth that would destroy a fullness that would be lost
Lose control, lose your footing, not see is preposterous!
is because that is all that remains
His youth, his ideas, a certain boldness
And the biased selection of die or go
Dazzled by mirages, pushed by the sad In reality
swim, he would have crossed the border
real, its Mediterranean
is to convince
miles downstream by thousands
All they can fight against this
obsession of a lifetime The terror which paralyzes
to resolve to disarm
Long before death relieves their soul is
to make sure we never forget
Down a decrepit heart
In the corner of a life in kit
In the drawer of a memory without history
galleries in a misery of which nobody takes note
Maybe all this
for All, They leave
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