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She lives in a world of cinders,
She’s a gril whose face is unknown to herself !
She watches all around as she’s going out for the first time...
She’s like a spider, teasing its web,
to attract insect s in the middle of,
Her world of cinders
Je crée autour de moi
Un monde de cendres
Sur lequel repose
Les fondations de tout ce fracas
What are you looking at ?
My black-circled eyes
What are you afraid of ?
I’m the result of all this waste!
I am your fate !
We are wasting our time !
Can’t you hear the sirens ?
Their voices from overseas
Their voices from overseas
Overseas
Try to alert us !
Try to analyse...
