Outside november I'm lying on my my big bed
With my eyes I can see from the window the hospital.
I can't believe I have to stop here
But I'm alone, and anyway, I hurt too much

My body is a country in war about to end
The genaral of the land expect the worst
I'm hungry, I'm cold, I'm too weak to get up.
We'll rise the white flag that's it, that's all.

I hear the phone screaming, I have friends.
I'd love to get up to talk to them
Tell them Hi! It's me I'm okay, I still alive
The planet is still rotating, it's not supose to stop without me

My ennemie is arrogant and quiet
It doesn't give a fuck if I'm young or old
He's full of himself he's methodical he takes his time
He works for death he knows no feelings

Those last days I must have ages four thousand years
While visiting those old souvenir that I'm not proud of
For peace with regrets it takes time
I end up a hundred times more tired, too tired but less grumpy

World's story and my story got mixed
I just relived a hundred thousand lives in a second
All my stupidities and humanitie's ambitions
It come's back to the same there's no culprit there's no shame

But I'm happy because I at least die with my spirit at ease
I'll restard my other live the same way
I'll be having instinc, I'll stay loyal to my style
The perfect compromise between my heart and my reason.

An Harmonica is not a violin, it's not eternal
And it cries as if it was aware of it's state
That's why tonight I allow myself to cry with it
I wait a little, I'm in no hurry I wait for death.



It's the translation of a french song I like a lot... usually listen to it when I'm a bit depressed haha.