Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l’automne
Blessent mon coeur
D’une langueur
Monotone.
Tout suffocant
Et Blême, quand
Sonne l’heure
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens
Et je pleure…
Et je m’en vais
Auvent meuvais
Qui m’emporte
deça, dela,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.
[Paul Verlaine]
Time to leave the craft, with all my strength I open up the hatch Parts…
No more broken hearted, I'm done being discarded It's my turn to be happy, 'cause…
If you think your mind is ready Then open your heart and let it fall…
Now let's take you to a motherfuckin' commercial [Master P] At the red light, four…
While a prisoner of war in Korea Surrounded by guards and barrbed wire I dreamed…
She said let go, goodbye So pathetic yet it seems so right yet it seems…