Tu y crois [English translation]

You believe it?

The magic of encounters,

And the fear of dying...

There must be something else.

You believe it?

The children of love?

I find it fucking hard...

There must be something else.

Come on, you do know...

Euphoria and fun.

Come on, you do know...

Laziness and flesh.

And the desire to get lost

In the nights, in each other,

Maybe I've believed it,

I forgot.

You believe it,

Everything they tell you?

That we let our old ones die

To make things better?

Because we are selfish,

'Cause we'd only need to love

And to burn ourselves out,

But loving the wrong way

Can lead you to hell!

Come on, you do know,

Euphoria and the head-spins!

Come on, you know it,

The caress and the war!

And the desire to get lost

Within each other's arms,

Maybe I've believed it,

I forgot! I forgot!

There's cash and glory,

And the smell of mass graves,

The duty to memory,

The forgotten firstnames,

The culture of our roots,

Art and religion,

The bliss of families,

And delicacy...

And delicacy...

And delicacy...

Don't you tell me

That living is tiresome,

That we're just slipping away,

There must be something else.

No, don't you tell me,

That living is tiresome,

That we're just passing by,

There must be something else...

• Artist:Damien Saez
• Album:Debbie