[The Makizar:]
A healthy life, like a scent of incense*
I had beautiful visions like those we dream of since childhood
Lost in innocence because so much intense happiness
But senseless would life be written in the other direction?
I saw a world on the rise, my life in the shadows
Huddled by so much clutter and indifferent looks
Dust of ashes, life has not been all tender
I had to let my guard down and accept it in order to learn
There are so many dreams that we break, few wounds that we heal
Under the influence of a dark universe because in crisis mode
Shot with hatred I saw my life go into a tailspin
My future is dissipating like a bowling game
Raised in the maquis, this unhappiness that I disguise
That I had to take for granted
But in the end who knows what is made of
br/>[Chorus (2x): ~The Makizar~]
Nothing is acquired
Life tackles us and we end up on the mat
Then don't worry if the future consumes in the maquis
May your life be as frail as a tree branch
Nothing is acquired, luck changes, you must stay on your toes
[The Makizar:]
I saw myself as an embryo
Among the men of this world
A shadow among the neon lights
A reflection but not a ray
If destiny was written, here my passage was only draft
Striped of all hope, for us, I saw us sinking
In a house without doors or windows
I saw traitors paraded from the top of our windows giggling with laughter
Hoping that fate would have killed us
I would never deny this adventure which saw me born
And which developed in me this sudden desire to be
Not yet happy end but life is less ugly
Than that of the day before, so I took the trouble
Without waiting any longer to live it without problem
Angry as a sign and peace as an emblem
br/>Life is written like a moving story
Treasing, and the impression of melting into quicksand
The wheel is turning, you have to hold on and follow the movement
Devote yourself hoping that happiness is around the corner
[Chorus (4x): ~The Makizar~]
Nothing is acquired
Life tackles us and we end up on the mat
Then it doesn't matter if the future consumes us in the maquis
May your life be as frail as a tree branch
Nothing is acquired, luck turns, you have to stay on your toes