There are some years now we met eachother
If my heart is still burning for you, what about
our usual gesture that no more look around.
I'm ashamed of speaking about it, I daren't disclose
that my body is hanging around, my spirit is going around
to others unknown who/where I strip off.
You are my brother, my sister, my lover, my friend.
We are united by our common experience.
But does it mean that we are slave of it ?
Together, we are claiming liberty,
we are fighting not to live in chains anymore.
So, what about this couple that we built up?
Our revolutionaries ideas banish possession.
No jealousy between us, too much reactionary !
But around us, there is such a pression.
An eye is watching us and judge our passions.
Then, we often put up with it.
And when we transgress this moral, way for the spiteful tongue.
We prefer lying to ourselves than facing
Daily life which invade our reality.
You are my brother, my sister, my lover, my friend
In one of this spaces we will meet again.
FRENCH (Original version)
Purgatorio Train ride Ce n'est pas une chanson d'amour Time to wake up Histoire enfantine There's no place like Home El triunfo de la Muerte
Une ronde de trop
