Ton Visage

When in town, the grain rises
Nervous wind
That dreams linger
In my reality
I want walks on the shore
Oh, a little humanity
Less concrete more truce
A life of quality
Less concrete more dream
In my reality

What do I not have? A lifeline
Away from the metro, from its racket
Eyes fixed on the shore
Forgotten your distant face
What do I not have? A lifeline
Away from the metro, from its racket
Eyes fixed on the shore

Forgotten your distant face

I want tears that don't cut
And less pain in 4 by 3
A simple happiness, but to my taste
It's a bit true but it's everything
I want more swell in my foam
And less crowd in my asphalt
These little things that only become clear
Once we lose them

These little things that only become clear
Once we lose them

What do I not have? A lifeline
Away from the metro, from its racket
Eyes fixed on the shore
Forgotten your distant face
What do I not have? A lifeline
Away from the metro, from its racket
Eyes fixed on the shore
Forgotten your distant face

Ow

What do I not have then? A lifeline
To ride my soul's wave
Beautiful ocean, breeze, slope
To dry the salt of my tears

What do I not have? A lifeline
Away from the metro, from its racket
Eyes fixed on the shore
Forgotten your distant face
What do I not have? A lifeline
Away from the metro, from its racket
Eyes fixed on the shore
Forgotten your distant face
What do I not have? A lifeline
Away from the metro, from its racket
Eyes fixed on the shore
Forgotten your distant face