There is a door half open between your mouth and mine
There is a dead word, an empty look
There is a silence that kills a staircase that goes up
And a doubt that brings me down, and a head in the clouds
I admit it, I smoke joints every day
I smoke one and it's like turning on the radio
But inside my bitter head, always so alone
And so full of sadness, the songs come out to me
That I like the most
The little music that motivates me the most
The bitterness is poppies return
And sadness makes my life happy
Come on, give me a smoke, because I feel alone
Give me a smoke because I don't want to be sad, no
Puff by puff , little by little
The air is stripped and the moon is dressed
A throat breaks at the edge of morning
There is already light on the horizon, the dawn is going to explode
There is a mirror that tells the cruel truth to the face
It smells like a stormy wind, and there is even a cat that barks
Come on, give me a smoke, because I feel alone
/>Give me a smoke because I don't want to be sad, no
Puff by puff, little by little
The air is stripped and the moon is dressed

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