I no longer navigate very well
And I only dream in secret
Life stops every morning
I delve into the past
The dust flies on the path
And the present is stifled
They say that ira better tomorrow
We repeat it, we can't do anything about it
But it takes hold and it undermines us
Like a tray or a case
In front of this silver mirror ©
My days are bought at the price of yours
If evening falls on my hands
I no longer have anything to hold you
Look at me a little further
We say that ira better tomorrow
We repeat it, we can't do anything about it
But it's taking hold, it's ruining us
There's nothing left on the window
Of these faces that we indoctrinate
In alkaline beverages
And harmless remarks
But under the skin and the sorrow
Doubts and thorns sleep
And the wheel turns but in vain
On our retinas