Look at my face tell me what you see
Under my faith my hearth's bleeding
You are living a dream
And I don't want to be in.
Behind my window in my bed
You folllow me inside my head
I look at the world and see a tree
He would like to tell me a story.
My name is Nath, I would like to be
Happy one day and die away.
In an Island I am hinding in,
I look at the stars and cry again.
And when christmas is coming
When I see a shooting star
I ask just one wish
I would like to be happy.
VOUS LISEZ
Bête noire
PoetryBête noire Belle du soir Avance doucement Rampant sur mon visage Me dévore avec l'âge. C'est l'amour qui donne un sens Là où l'on a perdu notre sang.
