From here1 I discover that my life will not be easy
around people.
I will be too different for their so quiet life
For these people
I want to see you
And yet I like all of their beautiful world2
but their world does not like me, there's no helping it.
And I often feel sad
when I hear all what they say behind my back.
Now I have the right, when you will wake up
Yes, I have the right
to do this when you will wake up.
The right to part your legs
when you will wake up.
Yes, I like that,
the taste of milk on your skin, I have the right.
That's when we are alive,
like all of the same age.
Yes, we are the noise,
like angry boys.
I realize it's difficult to be so different here,
for these people.
When I will be self-assured,
a little less fragile, it will be allright.
I want to see you.
That's where we are the noise,
like an angry deer.
Yes, we are the fruit
like angry girls.
You give me your life
and we cross the skies.
I have the right, wherever it might be,
to do this to you, in every place.
Surely I have the right,
yeah, to do this to you.
Yes, I do have the right, to do this to you.
To our glories
here below to meet each other again.
To our rages
We have the right to meet each other
To the glory
here below to meet each other again.
To our glories...
