photo: moi et Laura, prise par Léa Motti
When she was just a girl,
She expected the world,
But it flew away from her reach,
And the bullets catch in her teeth.
Life goes on,
It gets so heavy,
The wheel breaks the butterfly.
Every tear, a waterfall.
In the night, the stormy night,
She closed her eyes.
In the night,
The stormy night,
Away she fly