Pretty, in an ugly world Where the harlots hate you Beauty, walks among the beasts But they resent you Sickened, by your baby's breathe It stings the
up to our dreams We're catching up catching up with the things we used to believe in It's been a long time since we thought of you And where we'd be
Ce matin le marchand de coco n'est pas passe Et au lieu de se rendre a l'ecole Tous les vieillards se sont amuses a casser des huitres Sur le rebord
dreams don't dare to pretend But a single day can change All the future that you've planned To go and see what's there for me To be... or not to be?