I wish to be an author
so please listen to my songs
and possibly perform them
Lyrics
The train even runs
It's life that passes and goes
and never telling us the truth
illusion of happyness, of research of freedom.
You are sadly smiling to me,
but wrongly play your happyness
may be you agree my strange way,
but then refuse my nearfullness.
I don't want to tell you
that I found my own freedom
but I swear that at night
I wish to destroy my banality
I don't want to judge you
but I pray you to not judge me
and if you find a little of hate in me,
I've been trying to explain you why.
The train even runs,
but where will it run
the lights outside the windows ,
the lights of a civilization.
It's people who lives,
who dies, who loves, who hates, who burns,
who nibble
who does it know!
and the train even runs,
but where it will run
And you that are hearing me
but not listening to me
following the bit with your feet
what do you know about my life
what do you know about their life
what do you know about your own life
The train even runs,
but where it will run
the train even runs,
but where it will run
1980
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