Tomorrow,
i will borrow,
a piece of patience,
from madness,
who forgot,
suddenly its wings.
Tomorrow,
i will borrow,
a piece of patience,
from madness,
who forgot,
suddenly its wings.
The moon on his neck,
pearl of ignorance,
will offer me
his face.
The moon on his neck,
pearl of ignorance,
will offer me
his face.
Tomorrow,
i will borrow,
a piece of patience,
from madness,
who forgot,
suddenly its wings.
(Merci à fq88 pour cettes paroles)