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I live in a house without a balcony, without a roof
Where there aren't even bees on the jam jars
There aren't even birds, not even nature
It's not even a house

I left some words on the wall
Of the corridor that leads to the car park
Some words for the grown-ups
Not even insults
If someone hears them

Answer me
Answer me

My heart is afraid of being walled in between your towers of ice
Sentenced to the noise of passing trucks
It dreamed of fields of stars, of daffodil necklaces
To hang on girls' shoulders

But in the morning, you rush towards your habits
And in the evening, your forest of antennas is connected to solitude
Even if the full moon shines
Even if the south wind blows
You, you don't hear

And I see your superb dogs with icy eyes pass by
Carried on cushions that their masters kiss
To touch hands, you need passwords
To touch hands

Answer me
Answer me

My heart is afraid of sinking in such little space
Sentenced to the noise of passing trucks
It dreamed of fields of stars and showers of daffodils
To seek shelter on girls' shoulders

But the last fairy is looking for her magic wand
My friend, the stream sleeps in a plastic bottle
The seasons have stopped at the feet of synthetic trees
There's only me left

And I live in my house without a balcony, without a roof
Where there aren't even bees on the jam jars
There aren't even birds, not even in nature
It's not even a house