A little alcohol and exomyl in the plane taking off
It's the cocktail of twilight,
fly with the dragonflies
And bear the death
of a love that kills you
Such is the deal,
such is the protocol Forget this stupid happiness,
good for the camisole
Accept this capital pain,
this lethal injection
And the grief of death,
of a very strong feeling
But despite our dreams,
our wounds,
our life that always falls apart
Something in me,
the murmur of the future
The taste of the cyanide in the veins of the tear
But something in me,
the murmur of the future
Such is the deal,
such is the protocol
In the middle of all the playmobiles
With their eyes that stick
Smiles that are missing on the call
That are not picked up on the call anymore
And that go to the port
See if they still exist
But despite our regrets,
our wounds,
our life that always falls apart
Something in me, the murmur of the future
The taste of the cyanide in the veins of the tear
But something in me,
the murmur of the future
Such
is the deal, such is the protocol