Tekster:
Kvintet March

Les villes vues d'avion sont semblables, Les villes vues d'avion sont semblables A des etoiles electroniques Ce soir, ecrasees Au sol pour prendre racine

You were no... When we were no longer...in So small a corner You were not that... Because Repression was a form of corner The walls were starting to

it's alright 'cause the historical pattern has shown how the economical cycle tends to revolve in a round of decades three stages stand out in a loop

Mon pere, maman, mes freres et moi ecoulions des jours tantot tranquilles, tantot agites d'une vie familliale bien banale le facteur les jours de semaine

Hideous on the edge of a precipice The cavity filled up with forgetfullness Beyond there's no retribution only war Her society overtly... The meaning

I didn't question I didn't know As far as I'd seen life was endless When I realised I had to let go We are mere mortals As to the rest It's not eternal

Il n'y a rien de De plus vrai que De plus vrai que le Plus vrai que le souffle Il n'y a rien de Plus vrai que le souffle