I'm looking for the star I need 6 minutes of recovery I need it, I would like to hope until the end Even if no one has hurt himself, everything seems to be going well I run with cramps in my legs, I'm not trained for nothing I will not need you, I will delete your number Which is full of you, minutes of recovery Inside the silence of a church, the noise of a market in Marrakech The land for me is always a distant island, where I can't find you I'm only 6 and I'm going to work alone Maybe I'll take a tram that goes straight to the Galapagos Two tracks on the ocean Inside the silence of a church, the noise of a market in Marrakech The land for me is always a distant island, where I can't find you Talking to you is a recovery exam Inside the silence of a church, the noise of a market in Marrakech The land for me is always a distant island, where I can't find you The silent suffering of a volcano, very far away the noise of a bird Inside the silence of a church, the noise of a market in Marrakech The land for me is always a distant island, where I can't find you