Friends

I’m through the weirdest time, i knew
it would last all year through
Dear friends
I can hear the doorbell,
I think you’ve changed
Promess,
we will recall the best,
drifting outside the shades
Surtout qu’avec la vie qu’on mène
on se doit des poèmes
Into each other’s arms trustful
No knives no bad thoughts heartful
Into the new clothes you bought to
start from scratch, in bloom
Dear friends les jours qu’on mène
en valent la peine
I’m off
and I write to you
what you already knew
Into each other’s hearts trustful
No news, well no bad news,
still hopeful
Into the new drugs you took to
see your life in bloom