In FrOnT oF mE mIsTaKe CoMeS tRuE ....

J'ai déroulé mes rêves sous tes pieds ....

Marche doucement ....

Tu Marches sur mes [rêves] ...

De tres belle paroles , une tres belle chanson , que beaucoup adore même ceux qui n'aimes pas le Rock donc ... à ecouter ;)

Artistic anarchy


City Alarms, The milkman didn't cross last night,
silent screams, confusing me badly now,
noises and news enclose my heart so tight,
a rolling car burning down my block

Ashes decorate my face

Walking for a while the park is not the same,
Tearful gas vanishes people's heads,
the cold air in this empty station,
and i don't care if this is the end for me.

The perfect sun above our lives meanwhile we dying in
these lies. The art of seing the things we always knew.
in front of me mistakes come true

Strange black stars covers the sky,
sin's judgement day might start today.

I was never asking for the suicide of nations that they call martyrdom
I was never asking for the panic scene in this theater of anarchy
I was never asking for science, the weapon sucking human's hope
I was never asking for, ignorance is bliss, now the world is falling down ...

By ALF - Among Lost Feelings