Poeme : My Way Of Thinking

Don’ t believe me if I tell You
That I’m in love with You.
I’m just a lonely cow-boy ;
Riding my bike, it’s my joy.

The city get me excited ;
Let me explain You what I feel :
Guardian of all these stupid cars,
I’m lost and under pressure so far.
Survivor in this wild world,
No place for the young, bold.
Needs to fight for liberty to come,
Defend the fragile and small one.
I looks like a modern warrior,
In search of the medal of honour.
My purpose is to protect mines
As long as the sun will shine.

But when I climb up the mountains,
I find peace : far away is my pain,
I can fill my need of sensation
And also open the road to evasion.
It seems like happiness ;
My way of life I guess.

dɔnte bəljəvə mə if i tεll iu
ta iεm ɛ̃ lɔvə wit iu.
iεm ʒyst a lɔnəli kɔw bwa,
ʁidiŋ mi bikə, itεs mi ʒwa.

tə siti ʒεt mə εksitεd,
lεt mə εksplɛ̃ iu wa i fil :
ɡaʁdjɑ̃ ɔf al təzə stypid kaʁ,
iεm lɔst ɑ̃d œ̃de pʁesyʁə so faʁ.
syʁvivɔʁ ɛ̃ ti wild wɔʁld,
no plasə fɔʁ tə iuŋ, bɔld.
nid to fiɡt fɔʁ libεʁti to kɔmə,
dəfɑ̃ tə fʁaʒilə ɑ̃d smal ɔnə.
i luk likə a mɔdεʁn waʁjɔʁ,
ɛ̃ səaʁʃ ɔf tə mədal ɔf onuʁ.
mi pyʁpozə is to pʁɔtεkt minə
a lɔ̃ a tə sœ̃ wij ʃinə.

byt wɛ̃ i klɛ̃b yp tə muntɛ̃,
i fɛ̃d pəasə : faʁ awε is mi pɛ̃,
i kɑ̃ fij mi nid ɔf sɑ̃sasjɔ̃
ɑ̃d also ɔpɛ̃ tə ʁɔad to əvazjɔ̃.
it sim likə-apinεs,
mi wε ɔf lifə i ɡεs.