grattes ciel ou doux reveur depasse tu voyais la grande citadelle le paradis dans les cites Pierre o pierre, je ne jette pas la pierre je constate le gachis de petites
idees grattes ciel ou doux reveur depasse tu voyais la grande citadelle le paradis dans les cites Pierre o pierre, je ne jette pas la pierre je constate le gachis de petites
Little fly The summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away Am not I A fly like thee Or art not thou A man like me Little fly For I dance And
Fall, fall asleep. close your eyes, think of me. I'll stay up, think of you And the truth, i never knew. I've been changing, losing faith in everything
off she went there i stayed. staying drunk for a couple of days. there were other girls, friends of hers of course. they circled like sharks and fought
Translation: Urban Society. Small Blue Space.