Even if the end is coming, I want to repeat these thingsnEven if they are not true, I'm now able to believe that there's a sense in what I believednnIn this epoque, I turned away from this changing answer like from a poisonnBut I'm afraid that she disappears when I lose sight to her...nnIf this voice I'm playing with reaches you, I will attract you and pluck your heartstringsnCould you raise yourself for me, unable to sing, a little smile?nnHe stops and begins anew, I was enmeshed by this voicenAnd nevertheless, me, who was never brave enough to shut my earsnI was lost...without cease, without ceasennLook, those gestures from which I can't separate, they became uselessnThe words that make me remember a past epoque...that constrains mennThe recurring days scream out the lies, an idiot that doesn't recognize thisnNow that the exchanged words would have told me one thing after the other...nn(There, look)nThis tear has stolen me the solitude and the friendlinessn(There, again)nNobody in front of me, the world seems quiet and it has stoppednnIf this voice I'm playing with reaches you, I will attract you and pluck your heartstringsnCould you raise yourself for me, unable to sing, the tiniest smile? n