Tous Les Cris Les S.O.S

Like a madman throwing into the sea
Empty bottles and then hoping
That we can read through
S.O.S. written with air
To tell you that I feel lonely
I draw with empty ink a desert

And I run I cling to life
I get drunk with the noise
Of bodies surrounding me
Like intertwined vines of braids
Without understanding the distress
Of the words I send

Difficult to call for help
When so many dramas oppress us
And tears knotted with stress
Suffocate even more the cries of love
Of those who are in weakness
And in a last hope disappear

And I run I cling to life
I get drunk with the noise
Of bodies surrounding me
Like intertwined vines of braids
Without understanding the distress
Of the words I send

All the cries the S.O.S.
Depart in the air in the water
Leave a trace
Whose foams make beauty
Caught in their glass vessel
The messages fight but the waves
Bring them back as star stones on the rocks

And I picked up the pieces of glass
I glued all the pieces back together
Everything was clear as water
Against the past there's nothing to do
We should change the heroes
In a world where the best is yet to come

And I run I cling to life
I get drunk with the noise
Of bodies surrounding me
Like intertwined vines of braids
Without understanding the distress
Of the words I send

All the cries the S.O.S.
Depart in the air in the water
Leave a trace
Whose foams make beauty
Caught in their glass vessel
The messages fight but the waves
Bring them back as star stones on the rocks

All the cries the S.O.S.
Depart in the air in the water
Leave a trace
Whose foams make beauty
Caught in their glass vessel
The messages fight but the waves
Bring them back as star stones on the rocks