Who are you to me?
Who am I supposed to be?
Not exactly sure anymore
«It’s still the same light, in the morning, which sets in and grows,
Yet the world, perceived by two, has a completely different meaning.
I don’t know anymore whether this is love or revolutionary action…»
Le sens du combat («The Meaning of the Fight»)
Wild, white horses
They will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath Will I follow?