No Fer Tant

That neither is won nor lost
They say that maybe time
Doesn't even exist

I feel it when I see you, how big the universe is

I don't want to think about it anymore
That the world is subjected
To large doses of stress

And we all end up the same, whether sooner or later

The breeze, the heat,
The hammock in suspension
The tropical energy
And a conclusion

Don't do so much
Make room to feel
Don't do so much
Empty to be able to fill again
Don't do so much
Let the wind take away the suffering
Don't do so much
I feel like it

Don't tell the sea to put in more effort
Or in that small forest to be more productive
Thinking naturally all this doesn't make sense

And your best years that you have to be productive
At most you will dream of fifteen summer days
And you know perfectly well that this is not living

It's good in the clouds
The plants know how to do it
I watch the setting sun
With a thought

Don't do so much
Make room to feel
Don't do so much
Empty to be able to fill again
Don't do so much
Let the wind take away the suffering
Don't do so much
I feel like it