There is no one here anymore, there is no caressing hand to give in to the heart, or to die in love , to find love in me again, they
are no different, today and tomorrow I have the spell of this stop, my world is frozen like my heart, the solitude of my arms is a familiar story, I have forgotten that
there is no one here anymore, It is not a caressing hand to give up ones heart for life, or to die in love , to make me find love in my being, to find the
clock on the wall again, rotten under the rust of these stagnant moments, all the talk of the repetition of vanity, the empty and empty days of the yawns of my mind, there
is no opening in the thought of leaving and moving, To breathe the belief of the peak of flight, in the cage of jumping ice like my heart, the solitude of my arms is a familiar story, I have forgotten that there
is no one here anymore, there is no one here anymore , there is no one here anymore, there is no one here anymore.
