2021.11.08.
The Other
I come from temperate lands,I didn't have a choice
I want a sun to dry me up
To burn me and crush me
To once again change
places and law
(x2)
To find a new form
and leave this
pasty and languid flesh
To look for another me
in a harsh land
To invent another me
another me
(x2)
in a harsh land
I won't find my place
It's everywhere
I have thousands of you all over the world
And that's not all
I'll go on a long journey
in the clouds
To find a new form
and leave this
pasty and languid flesh
To look for another me
in a harsh land
To invent another me
another me
(x2)
in a harsh land
To look for
To look for
To look for