Poeme : 131845 - Sans Titre

He’s in the right
Try to fight
But we can’t let it
Cause we’re in path
My man, you’re friend,
Listen to, listen to
Listen to it,
I travel,
I’ll let it,
Listen to, listen to,
Listen to it,

When you was in your way
You’ll find a palace
Full of all and empty of all
You’re fine ! (2)
But it’s right
The palace is your life,
You can full it with happy
Forever

(Chapter)

When you’d come, yes
Yes, you’re coming in home,
You find all out,
For your welcome,
Child, home and home,
That’s you hope
In your life, it’s the felicity

(Chapter)

əεs ɛ̃ tə ʁajt
tʁi to fiɡt
byt wə kante lεt it
kozə wəʁə ɛ̃ pat
mi mɑ̃, iuʁə fʁjɛ̃d,
listɛ̃ to, listɛ̃ to
listɛ̃ to it,
i tʁavεl,
iεl εl lεt it,
listɛ̃ to, listɛ̃ to,
listɛ̃ to it,

wɛ̃ iu was ɛ̃ iuʁ wε
iuεl εl fɛ̃d a palasə
fyl ɔf al ɑ̃d ɑ̃pti ɔf al
iuʁə finə ! (døks)
byt itεs ʁajt
tə palasə is iuʁ lifə,
iu kɑ̃ fyl it wit-api
fɔʁəve

(ʃaptəʁ)

wɛ̃ iude kɔmə, iεs
iεs, iuʁə kɔmiŋ ɛ̃ ɔmə,
iu fɛ̃d al u,
fɔʁ iuʁ wεlkɔmə,
ʃild, ɔmə ɑ̃d ɔmə,
tatεs iu ɔpə
ɛ̃ iuʁ lifə, itεs tə fəlisiti

(ʃaptəʁ)