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