Like a fool is gonna throw empty bottles into the sea and then hope we’ll be able to read through « SOS » written with air
To tell you that I feel lonely I’m drawing a desert with invisible ink

And I run
I’m hanging on to life
I’m getting drunk with the noise of the bodies surrounding me
like lianas tied in braids without understanding the distress of the words that I’m sending

It’s difficult to call for help when so many dramas oppress us and that tears of stress keep silencing the shouts of love of those who are weak and in a last hope disappear

And I run
I’m hanging on to life
I’m getting drunk with the noise of the bodies surrounding me
like lianas tied in braids without understanding the distress of the words that I’m sending

All the shouts, the SOS go in the air
And leave a mark in the water whose foams make the beauty
Caught in their glass vessels, messages are struggling but waves bring them back in many fragments on rocks

And I picked the pieces of glass
I collided every pieces
Everything was as clear as water
Against the past, we can’t do anything
We would have to change the heroes in a world where the most beautiful is still not done

And I run
I’m hanging on to life
I’m getting drunk with the noise of the bodies surrounding me
like lianas tied in braids without understanding the distress of the words that I’m sending
All the shouts, the SOS go in the air
And leave a mark in the water whose foams make the beauty
Caught in their glass vessels, messages are struggling but waves bring them back in many fragments on rocks

All the shouts, the SOS go in the air
And leave a mark in the water whose foams make the beauty
Caught in their glass vessels, messages are struggling but waves bring them back in many fragments on rocks