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Ce que j' fais là moiJe sais pasJe voulais juste marcher tout droitCe que j' fais là moiJe sais pasJe pense à toi depuis mille ansSchengen - "Caravane"Toi
Tu dis que la vie est un rêve
Et qu'il n'y a rien autour
Et que rien ne compte
Une journée particulière - "La Réalité"
Des mots des grands mots des tous beaux
Qui vous vont frissonner et qui font craquer la peau
Des mots pour calmer l'âme des pauvres
Pour piquer aux yeux de petits amoureux
Des mots encore et puis toujours
Heureux ou bien saignant ca dépend du discours
Qui crache à leur foi jusqu'en pleine figure
Pour ne dire rien d'autre que mensonges de plus
Des mots - "La Réalité"
Et dans 150 ans, on s'en souviendra pas
De ta première ride, de nos mauvais choix,
De la vie qui nous baise, de tous ces marchands d'armes,
Des types qui votent les lois là bas au gouvernement,
De ce monde qui pousse, de ce monde qui crie,
Du temps qui avance, de la mélancolie,
La chaleur des baisers et cette pluie qui coule,
Et de l'amour blessé et de tout ce qu'on nous roule,
Alors souris.
Et dans 150 ans - "Caravane"
Et un autre jour s'en vatourne et tourne et ne s'arrête paset un autre jour s'en vadans cette petite vieje voudrais pas crever d'ennuiLes petits bateaux - "caravane"Est-ce que j'en ai les larmes aux yeux
Que nos mains ne tiennent plus ensemble
Moi aussi je tremble un peu
Est-ce que je ne vais plus attendre
Caravane - "Caravane"