Will ?, be ?, be ?, be, what you seek and what you find
and when I come out of my hiding place, I will not know? If I went or if I came
As the sirens scream, an uncertain future arrives.
They released the controls of the wheel,
Sometimes life brings you the slip.
Will ?, be ?, be ?, se, stitches and patches,
that are basted between fingers
They are yours, they are ours
sew? a cloth from the root
skip? in picao to the heart,
look? at my feet asking for subjection to
Sometimes life brings you the slip.
Life is sewn with fine thread,
Life is a tailored suit, hey.
Life has no patterns,
life with thread and needle passes life.
Je serai, serai, serai,
That je cherche ce that je trouve in sortant de ma cachette.
Je portais ou rien je revenais,
pendant that crient them sir? nes a futur incertain arrive,
ils ont lach? le gouvernail parfois la vie,
la vie est une glissade.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)