I hope I won't have to
Endure despite the curses
And the bad wills

No need to resign
To express or to choose


And to loose for you the heart
To be but face to face
To have the approval of your traits

No tricks, no intrigues

An enigmatic spirit makes that

I will never say: It's too late
I want to submerge (myself)
Into your grandeur's seems

Into god's visiting card

And to loose for you the heart

To be but face to face
To have the approval of your traits
No tricks, no intrigues


And to look inside your soul
To realize that I'm standing alone

No one cares
No tricks, no intrigues