Kaas Patricia
I Tell You
He Tells Me That I Am Beautiful
S. Brewski
And when time grows weary
Of only being killed
Not a second passes
In lives of uniformity
When from pain to death ©distrust,
Never more tears
Then from spite to distrust
We learn to resign ourselves
The dark hours come
Where everything can finally light up
Or when lives are nothing more than shadows
All that remains are our dreams to invent
He tells me that I am beautiful
And that he was not waiting than me
He tells me that I am beautiful
Just made for his arms
He speaks as one caresses
Of words that do not exist
Of always and of tenderness
And I only hear his voice
Avoid looks, take on that absent air
The one that people have on the boulevards
That air that makes them transparent
Learn to turn your eyes
In front of people who love each other
Avoid all those who walk in pairs
Those who kiss breathlessly
Y is there an evening, a moment
When we say to ourselves it's more for me
All the sweet words, the bloodshed,
But in my dreams, I I have the right to it
He tells me that I am beautiful
And that he was only waiting for me
He tells me that I am beautiful
Just made for his arms
Lies and nonsense
That a child would not believe
But the nights are my churches
And in my dreams I believe in them
He tells me that I am beautiful...
I see him running towards me
His hands brush against me and pull me along
It's beautiful like in the cinema
More of betrayal, of sorrows
My script doesn't want it
It tells me that I am queen
And poor me, I believe in it
Hmm, poor I believe in it

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