I hope I won't have to Endure despite the curses And the bad wills No need to resign To express or to choose And to loose for you the heart To be but face to face To have the approval of your traits No tricks, no intrigues An enigmatic spirit makes that I will never say: It's too late I want to submerge (myself)
Into your grandeur's seems Into god's visiting card And to loose for you the heart To be but face to face To have the approval of your traits No tricks, no intrigues And to look inside your soul To realize that I'm standing alone No one cares No tricks, no intrigues