mardi, mai 22, 2012

Between the walls

Blood-made concrete
Walls of mistakes
Here no one can cheat
Only joyces are fakes

I will perish by my hands
And brandish my heart to the crowd
Soiling my blood with their bile
But I just wanna be free

Forget and erase
The sum of all my mistakes
I need to find redemption
The only way  : oblivion

Left alone in this cell
So much time to contemplate my grief
Sun is gone and this is hell
Turmoiling amongst unsane beliefs
So long waiting, so long creeping

I tried to make my way
No futur on the horizon
I just can't smile when I catch a memory back from a past
That sometimes wasn't so dark
But most of the time, I'm colorblind, and all is black

Dry bread and tepid water
This is the taste of my life
Since I am a self-made inmate
Since I am a self-made inmate

Between the walls, no protection
Between the walls, the confinement

I dream of windows and doors
And authorized glance to the sun

Extrait de Les Oscillants, de Claudio Morandini

Vraiment, je les sens osciller, ces pauvres Crottardais, dans chacun de leurs gestes, chaque jour, et si je pouvais les observer pendant leu...