Afiches

Cruel on the poster,
The propaganda commands cruel on the poster.
And in the fetish of a paper poster
Illusions are sold, hearts are raffled.

And there you appear
Selling the last shred of youth
Loading me with the cross again.
Cruel on the poster
You laugh, heart...
Makes you want to shoot yourself in a corner.

Now the night gives way to the gate
Its skin of dark circles
Now the air wets its brush
And with it makes the spring.
But what! if your things are there
But you are not
Because you are something for everyone already
Like a nude in a shop window.
I fought by your side for you, my god,
And I lost you...

I gave you a home,
I was always poor but I gave you a home.
The smiles of fighting wore me out
Fighting for you
Bleeding for you.

Then the truth
Which is to rub sand on the palate
And drown without being able to scream
That I gave you a home.
It was love's fault,
Makes you want to shoot yourself in a corner.

Now the night gives way to the gate
Its skin of dark circles
Now the air wets its brush
And with it makes the spring.
But what! if your things are there
But you are not
Because you are something for everyone already
Like a nude in a shop window.
I fought by your side for you, my god,
And I lost you...