It seems that this long winter night does not end
It seems that the sun is late as if it were in danger
Ruins chase the memories, but I want to live the present
Without end. The day before which this night escapes
I want blue distances for myself
Think about how we were sometimes on Sundays
Full of hostility and oscillations, so I erase the my memories
But I want to live the present without end
The day before which this night escapes
I want blue distances for myself
Take back your freedom, your useless pride, your precariousness
Tomorrow I leave, I change life and altitude

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