In the flower of his nonsense
I find my meaning in myself
Pourquoi pas?
Si rien n’a d’importance
Then for what do we care
To lift the sweat from our brows
Another day passes
No response calls
I can feel more life without it
Breathing in my spirit is youthful
An age of what is lost releases me
Why share the deepest parts
With strangers and getting to know them
Giving someone so much more who
Knows nothing about you
More than most in the hope
Still they don’t know how what
You’re sharing is so precious
Ils ne te connaissent pas…
He doesn’t know what is deep
What he forgot what feels like sleep
In the flower of his nonsense
Quelqu’un de spécial attend
© GÄ
Poétique 