Rose of Sharon And lost among these people who shake me Surrounded, seized, I stay there When suddenly I turn around, they retreat And the crowd comes to throw me between his arms Carried by the crowd that drags us, trains us Crushed against each other, we do not form a single body And the flow without effort pushes us to chain each other And leaves us both full of enthusiasm, drunk and happy Dragged by the crowd that rises and dances A crazy farandole, our two hands remain welded And sometimes our two bodies are lifted, tied and fly away And fall back, both full of enthusiasm, drunk and happy And the joy that she has pushed through her smile Transfers me and spills into the depths of my soul But suddenly I push a cry among the laughter When the crowd comes to tear it from around my arms Carried by the crowd that drags us, trains us And leaves us both full of enthusiasm, drunk and happy But the sound of my voice drowns in the laughter of others And I cry of pain, of fury and rage and I cry Dragged by the crowd that rises and dances A crazy farandole, I am carried away And I scratch my cursed fists, the crowd that steals me The man that she gave me, that I never found again © BF-WATCH TV 2021