Stille...

Rue Vielle Du Temple... 

You are moving and change of color

I marked your name in the crust of my being.

Fighting with demons again

they always attack me when i'm more tired

And it's when you look at me from there

smiling to me, you make me come back to you

You know well my hability to fly

to ramble between the worlds

You are erasing with the crowd

i can see the little dots against the sky

and when i tight my eyes i see your voice

fantastic, geometric, multicolor

And it's when you look at me from there

and smiling to me you make me come back to you

You know well my hability to fly

to ramble between the worlds

You make me fly

You make me dream

You make me feel quiet in the darkness

You make me feel

You make me cry

You make me feel that doesn't exist gravity anymore

You make me laugh

You make me sing 

You make me step the ground of reality

Seated, face to face

and find each other...

You make me fly

You make me dream

You make me feel that there is hope once more

And when i feel bad

Or when i lose the way

You make me step the ground of reality

Seated, face to face

and find each other again...