I'm talking about those funny nights
Make you feel like you're on a moving floor
Where everything seems way too big
The night takes on a taste of guardian
When you can see more the glow of the lighthouse
Let the water enter the holds
The most beautiful becomes so banal
When the heart grinds black
When everything separates us from our history
When the heart grinds black
For death we would pay a deposit
We don't even know which way we're rowing
We believe we lost the flame
Don't cry it's not a drama
We've all had this kind of state of mind one day
We're even afraid of telegrams
But change for which program
When the heart grinds black
When everything separates us from our history
When the heart grinds black
For death we would pay a deposit
We don't even know which way we're rowing
We believe we lost the flame
We've all had these moods