Hurricane
Un souvenir de cet été, captif dans mes fichiers, d’une promesse dont j’ai pu capturer l’essence.
When sometimes I tend
to exile myself
from this place
You catch me on the fly
Like every sunday of July
You think you have your reasons
I’m sure that I’ve got mine
Happiness will come to your land
somehow peace will be found
Maybe yours hide inside of a hurricane
Have you looked inside his eye
Can’t you feel the wind blows in your hair
Doesn’t it make you feel alive
What if now was the only thing to care
I know now the only thing to care
