Your dreams are yours ~

You may have touched the stars, but they weren't moved ~

I might smile or I might turn away ~

C'est bien le mal qui dresse tes silences ~

There's nothing left, there's nothing right, there's nothing wrong ~

The hand and the empty touch ~

T'es l'inconnu ~

Bailo en este lienzo de dolor ~

La dulce locura, mi solo refugio, nazco en la sombra del payaso ~

Quidam, Quidam ~