‘O feeling
There are those who call me: “Son of a bitch”
What’s wrong with that? The important thing is to have a mother
Don’t work too much
That life is short, sometimes a month
If you take the train, you know it takes less
And haven’t you seen the weather? Haven’t you seen the sky?
But sometimes we love each other too much
Even so, a Thursday, without a yes, as it comes
How do I want a life incognito
What if I only talk about myself?
If a title is enough to make an entire population hate it
Don’t you know Noah? No, huh?
It’s coming, the big wave is coming
We stay still, we don’t talk or jump
Feel the thrill, I let you down, I know
We are more than life preservers on the boat
It’s coming, the big wave is coming
All we have to do is pray until it passes
You seem shy, did you smile at me or not?
I’m already engaged to someone else
Hey, hey, baby
This time you really made a big mess
To anti-aircraft fire above a balloon
All this way to fill a fridge
To feel alive
You only have one try
I have now decided
Sorry if I don’t warn you
I’ll send you what I have left over if I get there
Mom, I dreamed of you as a child
Daughter, I dreamed that you were pregnant
When you have less you live more peacefully
Here we have everything but we lack feeling
And we can’t love each other anymore
Not even like this, a Thursday, without a yes, as it comes
How do I want a life incognito
What if I only talk about myself?
If a title is enough to make an entire population hate it
Don’t you know Noah? No, huh?
It’s coming, the big wave is coming
We stay still, we don’t talk or jump
Feel the thrill, I let you down, I know
We are more than life preservers on the boat
It’s coming, the big wave is coming
All we have to do is pray until it passes
You seem shy, did you smile at me or not?
I’m already engaged to someone else
Hey, hey, baby
This time you really made a big mess
To anti-aircraft fire above a balloon
All this way to fill a fridge
To feel alive
There’s a pillow war
But pillows a little heavy
If the war belongs to children
It’s everyone’s fault
We have changed our ideas
We have changed leaders
But the mother and the other women
They have nothing to laugh about
Hey, kid, nice mess
On a balloon to fill a fridge
Sailing sailing towards Malta
Without ever having swum in high water
Sailing sailing towards Malta
Without ever having swum in high water
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