Je suis la conscience d\'un assassin,
Son désespoir, sa prière, sa faiblesse
Je suis le prêtre de ce mal homme
La mère de l\'assasin, l\'assasin quand même.
Comme Sonia était la conscience de
As the evening falls
By Enya
When the evening falls and the daylight is fading,
from within me calls - could it be I am sleeping?
For a moment I stray, then it holds me completely.
close to
Même les plus braves pleurent
Madame Rimbaud mettait la table en attendant Homer, son fils qui devait arriver pour le petit déjeuner. Elle posait une grand jatte de céréales sur la table ronde,
Will you ever die in my arms,
Die in despair
For the one who might care?
Will you ever say that you love me?
Cry out and hug me,
Whisper that I shall not die in vain.
Will we be together
For
When you go, don\'t say goodbye...
Don\'t wanna see you, don\'t wanna cry.
Just leave me without saying why,
It\'s better this way, though you could lie.
Don\'t tell me how much i meant for
No one knows what true love means
At first it covers you with magic and dreams.
But, all in all, it leads to pain
Cruelty and tears, and lies and shame.
But one would repeat the story again and
Who do i love?
I need an answer
And i cannot find it,
Not even deep into my heart.
Shall seek and fight forever
To solve the mistery, my private own
Of not knowing who i love
Though i see
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